Whatever Way the Wind Blows
Well, it turns out we could complain about camping on the seashore, as the tent filled with sand and the wind gusts blew the rainfly to kingdom come. When the wind wasn't blowing, Padre Island was paradise, but when it was, it was much more akin to the southern opposite of that. A lovely night was spent in Lake Corpus Christi park, which provided a warm, still alternative to the beach. While we were feeling very much kidnapped by Texas, we would like to give many thanks to both Jardi and Nicole for sharing their respective slices of Austin and Houston with us. Que fabuloso. After a second, unsuccessful fix to the van's transmission, we have arrived at the appropriately named "Lost Alaskan RV Resort" in Alpine, Texas. The van is running, but sadly in the hurky-jerky style we have unfortunately come to know. We fully intend to enjoy Big Bend country, perhaps for a long time......
Hotchkiss memories
Pecos river rock, Amistad National Recreation Area
Hotchkiss memories
Pecos river rock, Amistad National Recreation Area
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