Enough of the Rio Grande Valley. It's as far south as we can go, and it's
the warmest part of Texas, but it's not our favorite place to be. The
birding is unparalleled and that's why we go there. Otherwise, it's a
little on the crummy side.
We went north, back to Port Aransas for a few days to take care of some
business and one last visit to the beach. Port Aransas. Mustang Island.
It's still mostly undeveloped and undiscovered. It's not crummy at all.
From there we drove all day to Ft Stockton, five hundred miles. Still in
Texas, but now it's West Texas. We're not here for anything. Just passing
through. Someday we'll take the side-trip south from here to visit Big Bend
National Park. We still haven't been there. We hear they have scaled
quail. After an overnight stop, we drove through the rest of West Texas and
into New Mexico. New Mexico. We mean to work here someday...., if we can
get Arkansas out of the picture. We drove through most of New Mexico and
stopped in Lordsburg for the night. Haven't done anything but drive the
last couple days. Found some killdeer in the field last night. White
winged doves. Meadowlarks. Cactus wrens. Yellow rumped warblers.
Tonight. Nothing. No birds. Nice quiet campground. Met a few people.
Met a lady walking her cat. When we saw a lady with a martini glass in her
hand, walking a cat on a leash, in the campground tonight, we thought it
might be the same lady we saw in last night's campground with a martini
glass in her hand, walking a cat. Know what? We were right! It's the same
lady. Imagine that. She's headed the same direction we are. West.
Tomorrow? West again. Arizona.
