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After years of recovery from hurricane damage, Sea Rim State Park on the upper Texas coast is celebrating its grand reopening this summer.

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The Texas Parks and Wildlife Department has introduced its first new conservation-themed specialty license plate design in a more than a decade. Sales of the plate, which depicts a campfire and tent under a starry sky, help fund state parks. The camping plate won the department’s online survey last year, garnering more than 6,000 votes.  

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The trouble with the traditional American school calendar is that it conditions you to believe that summers should be spent on vacation.

Illustration by Michael Witte

Published in TRAVEL

1. Expect the unexpected

Whether traveling alone or with preschool companions, that’s one rule campers and parents alike ought to abide. After all, just as there’s no accounting for the weather, it’s tough to anticipate the moods and desires of a child far from home. Be flexible, but with a quality playbook, you can limit the shocks and squabbles that can turn a dream trip into a nightmare.

Published in Family Travel

(Photo by E. Dan Klepper)

We camped near a dry creek bed in Davis Mountains State Park, my daughter Ursula tucked into her junior-sized sleeping bag, pressed against my side for warmth in the cool night. Through the tent flap, I kept an eye on the spinning galaxies as she slept, listening to her sweet breath coming and going. Then, under those bright stars, a strange noise suddenly intruded, a snuffling near the picnic table. Good thing I put those rocks on the cooler, I thought, big suckers weighing five to six pounds apiece. Our food would be safe. Wrong.

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After the last great ice age, rugged limestone canyons protected the area's pockets of maples and ensured their survival. Sycamores add their own splendor to the maple display. (Photo © Lance Varnell)

As dusk settles over the campground, a faint chorus rises from the reed-fringed pond next to my tent. The sound gradually grows louder, high-pitched trills and chirps punctuated by occasional deep harrumphs and twangs. I crawl into my tent and fall asleep to this symphony created by amorous frogs and toads.

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