We left Port Aransas in the cold, dense fog, passed through Castroville where it was sweating hot, spent two nights on the Rio Frio River in Concan, where it was freezing cold, and finally emerged in Del Rio, where it was 80°, sunny, and clear. I emerged with an infection in both ears, caused by perpetual moisture! Fourteen days of washes and ointments and pills – yech! The only redeeming factor was the wonderful staff at the Del Rio Veterinary Diagnostic Hospital; they were all very friendly and gave me lots of love (and treats). In Del Rio the Boss spilled a glass of red wine on her laptop, rendering it in operable – the way she cried and moaned you would think it was her whose ears were aching; what a baby! I know she hates sharing Mr. Big’s laptop, but he has warned her many times about the dangers of drinking and computing…
We spent an overnight at the picturesque Marathon Motel and RV Park in Marathon where the grounds were interesting and the sunset was incredible (actually, I am color blind so I only know this because of the oohs and aahs) then ambled down to the Rio Grande Village RV Park for a week in Big Bend National Park.
at the Marathon Motel…
Big Bend is home to magnificent vistas, rugged mountains, extraordinary rock formations, hiking-trails galore, and the Rio-Grande River (which serves as a natural boundary with Mexico). On our first night B&B (in search of a sunset) took a hike on the nature trail that looped around the adjacent primitive campground – leaving me (thank the dog gods) behind in the air-conditioned Enterprise. The next day we spent six hours on the Ross Maxwell Scenic Drive, making all the requisite stops for photo-ops and scenic wonders. I had a good time but was exhausted by the time we got home. I also was allowed to make the trips to Boquillas Canyon (where we saw banditos making illegal-to-buy trinkets on the Mexico side of the Rio Grande), the Hot Springs, and Dagger Flats. All in all, B&B liked Big Bend – especially the sunrises, rainbows, sunsets, and moonrises.
In Big Bend National Park…
On the Nature Walk
the Ross Maxwell Scenic Drive
Boquillas Canyon and the Hot Springs
Dagger Flat Auto Trail
Early Morning, Rainbows, Sunset, and Moonrises
Terlingua was next, with a visit to the old Terlingua Ghost Town and its renowned “Porch” and Starlight Theatre. We had a great patio-lunch at a nearby restaurant; the food was good (I got tidbits), but the company was better – all the waiters had dogs (one I think was a wolf) that were allowed to roam free and be friendly with the patrons! But Having missed the 51st Annual Terlingua International Championship Chili Cookoff, I was actually rather bored… the ghost town itself was deserted!
Finally we arrived at Fort Davis (our last major stop in Texas), a beautiful and historic town high in the mountains of West Texas and home to the McDonald Observatory and the Davis Mountains State Park. The Boss was so excited – she had made reservations to attend the Star Party that was scheduled to take place on our first night there – but the bad weather that had been following us around the country ruined everything; it was freezing cold and totally overcast – no stars visible at all! Fighting off her disappointment, the following morning they drove up to the Observatory to inquire if there were any openings that evening for the 82” telescope special viewing session (astronomers sometimes wait for months to use this telescope), but unfortunately it was totally booked (14 persons). So, what else was there to do but shop??? New hoodies all around!
While staying in the State Park I took some great walks, but didn’t see any mountain lions (the ranger said I might) and we made the Skyline Drive trip several times. The Boss was very upset that no matter where we camp, we always get stuck next to some city slickers that insist on having bright spotlights on their motorhomes – lights that shine right into the windows of the Enterprise and/or light up the night sky, really blocking out the inky darkness, milkyway, constellations, and stars. And I have to agree with her – what are they afraid of?
Anyway, once again, Adios Texas; we won’t be back on this trip!