HE DROVE INTO FORT Richardson State Park a little after eight a.m. and paid cash for a day pass. He nodded and smiled at the front gate attendant when she handed him his receipt and a map of the park.
“Enjoy your day,” she said, and waved him through the gate.
He rolled his car forward to get out of the way, then stepped on the brake and glanced at the map.
His plan was to commandeer a primitive campsite at the far end of the park and hunker down for the evening, then sneak into position and set up overnight, just as he had at Fort Concho.
Yep, just like I saw online, he thought to himself. First turn up ahead to the left and follow it all the way back to the lot. But not yet. First, let’s go double-check the layout of the fort.
He stayed on the main road, following the signs that led
