RV Park. From the road it looks like it's out of
business. But I'm sitting in front of a fire in a
beautiful adobe courtyard with an outside outlet and
wifi. For we involutary celibates, this is as good as
it gets. And it only cost $10 to camp.
Paddled up the Pecos River this morning hoping to get
to high, narrow Dead Man's Canyon. But the wind
became so strong as it funneled down through the
Pecos Canyon that I turned around and headed back
towards the Rio Grande. Didn't have to paddle, just a
course correction now and then. At the Rio Grande I
turned left and paddled a couple miles to more cave
paintings that can only be accessed by boat. Met a
couple other kayakers from San Antonio. Air Force.
Law and order types. Said Bye. When I got back to
the boat ramp, two dachshunds with life jackets on
jumped out of a fishing boat.
The other side of the Rio Grande is Mexico and the
border between the two countries runs down the middle
of the river. I was told by a few people not to get
too close to the Mexican side as the Mexican border
police are so pissed at what's going on with illegals
that they have become a little unpredictable when they
catch an American.
Marathon looks like it's trying to be a mini Sedona.
Little galleries and chichi coffee shops (none open
this time of year). There was only one grocery and
you could buy wasabi and pickled ginger.
Saw canyon wren, golden-fronted woodpecker,
mockingbird, white crowned sparrow, pyrrhuloxia, lark
bunting, cactus wren.
This area of Texas reminds me of Newfoundland. Miles
of spare, treeless ground. Canyons that look like
bays on the SW coast. I feel very comfortable here.
The night is clear and the ¾ moon is right over head
throwing shadows into the trailer.
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