A 150 mile day. Palmetto State Park. There is a spring here, lots of water, oxbow lakes, and the San Marcos river. It does look swampy, but it’s a winter swamp. It would be more inviting if it were 20 or 30 degrees warmer. We like the campground. They’re not killing things here, so there are no campground closures. Of course we have the campground almost to ourselves. One other unit here. Lots of birds on the bird list for this park. Maybe we’ll hang around awhile tomorrow morning and watch for them before we continue on south.
We hear the weather has been tough in Denver. A nighttime low of 11 below zero.
That would have taken a lot of propane to keep this thing from freezing during that.
The Co-pilot navigation system directed us through some fantastic hill country scenery on tiny Texas back roads before we struck Freeway outside San Antonio. It put us in the correct lane every time, with plenty of notice, as we negotiated that maze. It may have been offended when we disregarded its instructions, and detoured to a major grocery store just inside the city limits, but it never let on. It just calmly calculated a new route, and directed us back onto the freeway. “Make a left turn in two miles, then bear left onto the ramp.” Smooth. I’d have been in the wrong lane for sure on that one.
We put the cockpit covers back on the kayaks today. They were not off because we’ve been using the kayaks. The kayaks remain on the rack, waiting for warmer weather. We had to put the cockpit covers back on because that stiff cross-wind our second day out blew them off. They didn’t blow all the way off; there are safety straps for them that wrap around the boat, so they won’t blow entirely away. But they had been blow useless, so I took them the rest of the way off and carried them inside the car. Now, we’re thinking we may encounter some rain, and we want to be sure to have cockpit covers in place, before we find ourselves trying to take kayaks down off the car after they have filled with rainwater.
Tomorrow. South. Probably.
