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:
Today we left the Walmart of Del Rio and drove to the visitor center for Amistad National Recreation Area. Amistad Reservoir has nothing to do with the ship Amistad, rather the reservoir was named Amistad, which means “friendship” in Spanish. The Amistad Dam backs up the Rio Grande river for over 80 miles, making Amistad Reservoir the 3rd largest man-made lake spanning an international border in the world. There’s a string of buoys in the reservoir indicating the border between the US and Mexico, which follows the pre-reservoir path of the Rio Grande:
The kids completed their Junior Ranger workbooks and received their badges and patches:
Leaving the visitor center, we used the dump station and filled up our fresh water. It’s quite the milestone when we break open another box of sewer dumping gloves, in this case switching from latex to nitrile:
We had originally thought to continue on to Big Bend, but we found out there’s dispersed camping here so we decided to check it out. We were not disappointed:
This is the first time for almost six months that we’ve had this kind of solitude in a dispersed camping location:
M set out to try to catch dinner:
I drove back out to the main road and followed it until it runs into the lake. The lake level can fluctuate by 30 feet or more, so this road always ends in a different spot:
We like it here so much that we decided to hang out here for a few days.
See the trip map for today’s drive and our current location.
The mission courtyard was ringed by housing which doubled as a defensive wall:
Some of the original plaster and paint from 1768 still remains:
We checked out the mission’s grist mill, the oldest in Texas:
The kids completed their Junior Ranger books and received their badges:
We left the RV at the visitor center and drove the truck to downtown San Antonio to visit the Mission San Antonio de Valero, more commonly known as The Alamo. Here, 200 Texian defenders fell before Santa Anna and his 1,800 troops:
No interior photography was allowed, unfortunately. After touring the site, we drove back to the RV, hitched up and continued driving west to overnight at the Walmart of Del Rio, Texas. See the trip map for today’s drive and our current location.
Shabbos at the Young Israel of Houston was great. We enjoyed sharing lunch with new friends. Thanks for hosting us!
We were delayed a bit today in Houston, as we had our annual vehicle registration mailed here, but it briefly went missing at the target address. Once we got that settled, we headed out, founding more cheap diesel on the way west to San Antonio:
This evening, B made an origami hat from a large piece of paper:
We’re overnighting at a Walmart in San Antonio, Texas. See the trip map for today’s drive and our current location.