Springwood RV Park was about 6 miles from the second hospital, where I had surgery, the first hospital was about 25 miles away. Springwood is located in the southern end of my former hometown in the Donaldson Center which is mostly an industrial park with dozens of tenants such as Lockheed Martin and Stevens Aviation.
Train tracks on one side of the RV park and an airport on the other side, plus a mobile home park and a trucking company on the other two sides, made for interesting sights and sounds. I loved to hear the train horns, but the tracks were rarely used, maybe every other day. One day when I was wandering around with my cast held in the air (eases swelling) a lengthy freight train came by and I stood there in awe watching it rumble by. The engineer saw my raised arm and waved back at me. I tried to peek into the speeding freight cars, some with open doors, to see if any hobos were riding along.
Donaldson Air Force Base was founded in 1942 as Greenville Army Air Base, renamed Donaldson in 1951, it was deactivated in 1963 and converted into a civilian airport known as Donaldson Center Airport. The entire decommissioned base was turned back over to the city of Greenville. It eventually became a bustling industrial center.
It was used by the United States Army Air Forces' Third Air Force as a B-25 Mitchell medium bomber training airfield during World War II. It was home to C-124 Globemaster II transports and called "The Airlift Capital of the World" for its role in the Berlin airlift, Korean War, and Cold War, being assigned to both Tactical Air Command and the Military Air Transport Service.
There was an eclectic mix of residents, some long term, others transient like us. Some were units that belonged to absent working travelers what with trucks, trains and planes, plenty of traveling workers in the area that seemed to keep a camper around for when they were in town.
Harley dog was happy enough though confused. When we discovered we were close enough to town to have food delivery, this was a huge treat one evening and Harley got to have some delivery too (no he is not spoiled...). Typically I am camped in the middle of nowhere and dining out isn't in my budget, but what with the busted arm, surgery and chaos, it was a mega treat and surely gave my long suffering friend who has been helping me out tremendously a welcomed break.
Thank you for stopping by.