M and B got up early this morning to do some fishing, and M did some photography as well:

It was a beautiful sunny day:

I went for a bike ride on the worst pavement I’ve ever ridden, and along the way passed through a Border Patrol interior checkpoint.  The officer told me I was his first bike of the day, not surprising for this lonely highway from Del Rio to Comstock:

Looking towards the lake where the dirt road to our dispersed campsite turns off.  The sign on the pavement reminds boaters to rinse off their boat to prevent the spread of Zebra Mussels:

M’s sunset photograph:

More fruitless fishing:

Trish did more crocheting:

When we were at our house the last time, I found a set of four solar path lights that my parents had bought.  They were too old to return, so we brought them along and used them tonight for the first time:

We’re so happy to be back in the West, land of dispersed camping!