Bill and Kit’s 2019 Excellent Adventure, Journal #4


One’s destination is never a place, but always a new way of seeing things.
Henry Miller

Sunday, January 27 through Wednesday, January 30, 2019 San Antonio, Texas: Kit and I are excited about finally getting to more thoroughly explore this iconic South Texas city. The last time we spent any appreciable time here was in 1976 when hauling our 1967 fifteen-foot Excel travel trailer with our three children on a cross country camping adventure.

That was fun, and a real family bonding adventure…five humans in a small trailer with an ice box, no bathroom, and gas lamps for interior lighting. This stop finds us living in relative luxury!

Spent four full days here and was able to see quite a lot of the main attractions of this beautiful city. We were also fortunate to have some dear RV’ing friends, who spend the winter in a park about 50 miles to the north, come down and join us for some of our excursions.

Rey and Darlene have Texas roots even though Rey was born and raised in Topsham, Maine.

They know this area very well having spent many years living and working here. One place they led us to is the historic Mexican Marketplace which was full of colorful shops selling authentic Mexican crafts. Since we visited on a Sunday, the place was hopping, and the plaza performance stage featured live acts such as this Mexican Folkdance troupe.

The matriarch of the family-based group was this delightful Senora.

Margaret Arriaga is an eighty-two-year-old cancer survivor and obviously lives life to the fullest…she was actively involved in the groups dancing and proved to be the delight of the hundreds of happy onlookers that enjoyed the performance.

At one point the performers came into the audience and selected folks to dance with. This cute young dancer was a fast learner and quickly kept step with the professional.

Being San Antonio, there is no shortage of fine restaurants that specialize in authentic TexMex…one that Rey and Darlene’s favorites is La Margarita.

Where we enjoyed a fine meal…

…while being serenaded with mariachi music and enjoying authentic dishes such as these Puffy Tacos.

What a meal!

After lunch, a walk down San Antonio’s Riverwalk was in order. This major downtown arts, shopping and dining area was created along the San Antonio River in the mid 1930’s by the Works Project Administration. Due to seasonal flooding of the area, dams and gates were built to prevent river water from flooding the increasing number of riverside business and to protect the basements of the burgeoning cities commercial high-rise buildings.

This created a stable canal and a pleasant artery to walk about the downtown area.

A great way to see the 2.5 mile stretch of river is by boat.

An eight-dollar ticket allowed one to smoothly motor down the river under electric power provided by Tesla…

…and view the downtown district from a unique perspective. Traveling under automobile bridges…

…as well as pedestrian walkways.

What a pleasant and relaxing way to see this part of the historic city!

Speaking of history, the famed Alamo is located within the city limits of San Antonio.

The Alamo was built in 1718 by Spanish Missionaries from Mexico for the Catholic Church. Their mission (no pun intended) was to convert the native population to Christianity and teach them modern ways of the Anglo world. Apparently, the way of life for the native Apaches and Comanches over their documented 10,000 years of existence, did not set well with the newly arrived Europeans. As hunters and gatherers, these native populations were perplexed by farming…why, they wondered, would one want to bury good food in the ground and keep it moist with scarce and good tasting water!?!?

During this time, Texas…as well as a large part of the American Southwest, belonged to Mexico under Spanish rule.

Wouldn’t our country be a lot different today had Mexico payed for a border wall during this period in history? Kit and I would have grown up in San Diego, Mexico!

Abandoned by the missionaries seventy years later The Alamo was used for various purposes, including a rooming house, a garrison, and a grocery store. However, it’s thick stone walls and many fortified building’s, made it a prime fortress…first the Spanish, then the Mexicans, used The Alamo as a military outpost. Following Mexico’s War of Independence with Spain, US citizens from the north moved into the area in increasing numbers and soon began their own War of Independence against the Mexican government seizing the Alamo, and control of the colonial village of San Antonio, from the small and ill prepared contingent of the Mexican Army.

Their victory was short lived however, as within three months a reinforced company of the Mexican Army, numbering 6,000 soldiers, under command of General Santa Anna laid siege to The Alamo and attacked the defenders. The Alamo patriots, numbering a mere 200-armed volunteers, held out for 13 days until they all fell under General Santa Anna’s “take no prisoners” command order.

Amongst those lost in battle were Colonel James Bowie and frontiersman Davy Crockett. The latter was born on a mountain top in Tennessee, greenest state in the land of the free, raised in the woods so’s he knew every tree, killed him a bear when he was only three. OK…if you’re a child of the 1950’s you’ll spend the better part of the day getting rid of that earworm!

The Mexican Army only occupied The Alamo for a few months when 800 Texas loyalist shouting, “Remember the Alamo”, defeated Santa Anna’s force of 1,500 men during the Battle of San Jacinto. They then drove the Mexican Army south from the newly established Republic of Texas, which is basically the border line between the US and Mexico we see today, and the Texans once again occupied The Alamo.

Admission to The Alamo is free, but photography inside is prohibited, which I found odd until one of the rangers explained that many of the artifacts were on loan from private collectors…including the musician Phil Collins. Yep, even though a British citizen, he has an intense interest in the American history and, according to legend, believes that in a former life he was a patriot fighting at the Alamo.

Exterior shots are allowed however in the expansive courtyard…

…and on this day, a local history group had set up displays…

… depicting life in the 1700’s. Period correct reenactors were in authentic regalia…

…including this field doctor who described the primitive health care of the day.

A very nice living history lesson of American history during a pivotal time.

Stepping out of the Alamo grounds brought you suddenly back into the 21st century.

With the commercial high-rise buildings looming over the diminutive Spanish mission of The Alamo.

A great day in a great city with great friends…thanks folks for sharing the day with us!

Since we so enjoyed touring The Alamo, and since we have explored many other Spanish Missions in California, Kit and I took a day to seek out the other four missions arrayed along the San Antonio River…all of which are managed by the National Park Service and have been designated World Heritage Sites.

Starting from the most southern, we stopped at Mission San Francisco de la Espada.

Dropping into the visitors center we met a very pleasant ranger by the name of Tatum.

Yep, her mom loved the movie Paper Moon! We were her only visitors, so Miss Tatum spent a good deal of time describing life in the 15th century and explaining the Spanish mission system.

This first mission in colonial San Antonio was built in 1690 in response to the discovery of a nearby French settlement encroaching from Louisiana.

The mission chapel, as were all the missions of the time, was protected by sturdy walls with small pueblos built along the inside perimeter for the missionaries and the converted native people to live.

This Catholic Church is active to this day and open to the public when services are not being held.

It has become a tradition for Kit and I to light votive candles in honor of our departed relatives…

…and this stop was no exception.

The next mission north was Mission San Juan Capistrano.

This mission complex was more isolated and was frequently attacked by Apaches, so a squad of Spanish soldiers were housed within its walls to help protect the missionaries and the converted natives.

Mission San Juan is also an active church…however its chapel is much smaller than the others.

Next along the Mission Trail is Mission San Jose y San Miguel Aguayo.

This was the only mission that featured a ranger guided tour, which Kit and I took advantage of…

…what a delightful and very knowledgeable young lady!

The largest and most complete mission of the five, Mission San Jose had the capacity to house 350 native peoples in rooms built into the perimeter walls.

The platform above the massive double doors in the photo above once held cannons for protection against marauding natives.

This chapels windows and entryways were adorned with highly detailed limestone carvings…

…and the interior was larger and more ornate than the other chapels as well.

An unusual feature was the use of electric votive candles.

Where upon making a donation, one could push a button to illuminate the candle. A bit odd…of all the missions Kit and I have toured, this was the first one that did not allow candles burning.

This place is huge, and far more architecturally decorative than the surrounding missions.

Although much of the fresco paint had sloughed off, there were a few remaining square feet that remained.

When built, the exterior walls of many Spanish missions were plastered and decorated in brightly colored designs to attract the attention of the region’s native populations.

Boy, if walls could talk, this place could really tell a story of life in the era of Spanish Missions.

The last stop on our trek was at Mission Conception.

The current church building was completed in 1755 and is the oldest unrestored stone church in the United States.

It also boasts of the longest continuous active congregation of any Catholic Church in the nation.

In addition, Mission Concepcion is famous for an annual celestial phenomenon known as a Double Illumination. When built the chapel was oriented west to east and windows were strategically placed to capture light from the setting sun.

Unbeknown to the architects of the day however was that on one day in August, the sun would be at a precise position to focus a shaft of sunlight on the face of the Virgin Mary painting behind the alter…and simultaneously focus a beam of sunlight through a dome window on the floor of the chapel in front of the alter and at the precise intersection of the cross shaped floor.

Photo from the Web

This once a year awe inspiring moment draws the faithful and curious to the small mission by the hundreds.

Kit and I thoroughly enjoyed touring the remaining San Antonio missions and talking to the rangers and volunteer docents. At one of the mission’s parish gift shop were some freshly made fruit empanadas which we brought back for desert.

Returning to the camper, we enjoyed a fine meal and a glass of wine, as the sun set on our final day in Old San Antonio.

Goodnight!

Kit’s Bit’s: We thoroughly enjoyed our visit to San Antonio! I had wanted to return there ever since we’d visited with the kids back in 1976. Fortunately, we had perfect weather. And, it was fun touring with Rey & Darlene. They have seen most places in this area but were kind enough to accompany us and keep us from getting lost. Nice to have an authentic Mexican meal, too!

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Bill and Kit’s 2019 Excellent Adventure, Journal #3


One way to get the most out of life is to look upon it as an adventure.

William Feather

 

Sunday, January 20, 2019:  At 1028 hours, Kit and I departed Rickwood Caverns State Park under partly cloudy skies and a frosty temperature of 32 degrees.

We found our way onto Interstate 65 South before merging onto I-20 West passing through Bessemer, Alabama an hour later.  At 1311 we encountered the Mississippi state line and after a brief rest stop at their welcome center, motored on the west.

Approaching midafternoon, Kit started her daily internet search for an overnight stay and found a promising Mississippi State Park near the town of Morton, MS.  Calling first to see if there was room for us this evening, we pulled into Old Roosevelt State Park shortly after 1530 hours.

And set up on a very nicely wooded campsite.

As you may be able to tell, we generally leave truck connected to trailer when only staying the night…often we don’t even bother putting the trailers leveling jacks down.  True, the camper does jiggle a bit on its springs when we walk about but nothing that bothers either one of us.  We generally hook up the 30-amp power cord but sometimes don’t bother hooking up the fresh water or sewer hoses having ample fluid capacity on this style of camper.

Unlike many state parks we have camped at, this place is quite large featuring 109 RV sites in two separate campgrounds, and many more primitive campsites for tents.  Located in the Bienville National Forest and constructed in the mid 1930’s by the Civilian Conservation Corps, the park also has cabins, a large residential lodge, a 200-seat convention center, and a 600-seat performing arts and media center!  Many of these facilities are in wooded areas with views of Shadow Lake…a prime fishing impoundment for locals and visitors from away.

Walking along the lake shore, I scouted a few spots to view tonight’s Super Blood Wolf Moon before returning to the camper for dinner.

Moonrise in these parts was at 1905 hours so a few minutes before that time, I grabbed a flashlight and a camera then made my way through the cold evening air to the chosen spot.

Where the moon rose and looked more like a sunrise…of course, just not as bright.  My camera does not give the image justice…it was a spectacular sight with the large orange/red moon being reflected on the surface of the placid lake.  Mesmerized by the celestial event I little noticed the rapidly falling temperatures.  After a while, it was time to return to the camper to seek warmth and a bit of spirit-based antifreeze…good night!

 

Monday, January 21, 2019:  As a person of a “certain age” I get up from bed a few times in the evening.  Upon crawling back under the sheets, and glancing through the skylight above our heads, I noticed the full moon was part way through the predicted lunar eclipse!  So, wanting to share this magical even with my life partner, I shook Kit awake.  Her response?  Ukjfk kls  jkdslr mne!  Which translates into &%$*%  ^#@  #%&*@#  +&* !  The view trough the plastic dome of the skylight did not produce an acceptable photo but the earths telltale bite out of the moon was quite noticeable.

Up at 0630, breakfast and computer fun preceded an underway time of 1034 hours.

We snaked along a few country roads and found our way to I-20 West.  It was a beautiful bright sunny morning with temperatures in the mid 40-degree range.

Shortly before noon found us crossing the Mississippi River…

…and entering the state of Louisiana.  This river has been our self-designated demarcation point between East and West.  Kit and I are not sure how much farther west we will travel this year before diving to the south.  Since we left about five weeks later than in the past, and since we want to return home earlier than June, it is unlikely we will travel all the way to the west coast as in previous Excellent Adventure trips…time will tell.

After a quick rest and lunch stop at the Louisiana Welcome Station, we continued west on I-20.  Kit started looking for places to overnight and suggested Barksdale Air Force Base a few hours down the highway and just east of Shreveport, Louisiana.

Calling ahead to ascertain availability, we pulled in to their Famcamp (Family Campground) at 1520 and set up on a nice site in the new recently expanded portion of the Famcamp which was sparsely populated as you can see.

Following a walk about, dinner, and a nightcap, Kit and I enjoyed the sunset across the woods to the west of our site.

Goodnight!

 

Tuesday, January 22 and Wednesday, January, 23 2019-Bossier City, LA:  Decided to stay here for a few days to take care of laundry, resupplying groceries, and other domestic chores.

Barksdale AFB was established in 1932 and is the oldest bomber base in the nation.  Stationed here are 15,000 Air Force and civilian personnel who fly and maintain forty-four of the nation’s venerable B-52 Stratofortress.

Photo Taken from the Internet

In the aircrafts ten-year construction period, 744 were built of which 76 are still flying.  Before closing back in April of 1968, Dow Air Force Base in Bangor, Maine hosted a squadron of B-52 bombers flying aloft over the Atlantic during the Cold War period.

Our campsite was near the airfield, so we were witness to many B-52 flyovers.

The B-52’s first flight was in April 1952, and it’s predicted end of service life has been extended to the year 2045.  That’s nearly 90 years folks…an unprecedented operational life for any aircraft!

Prior to B-52’s, the B-17 Flying Fortress, B-24 Liberator and B-25 Mitchell were all flown out of Barksdale AFB.

In addition to this important bomber, there are also inflight refueling aircraft stationed at Barksdale, and other support aircraft such as this squadron of B-1RD’s.

Nice layover at Barksdale AFB, but tomorrow we must start south in search of warmer weather.

 

Thursday, January 24, 2019:  Departed Barksdale AFB at 1008 under clear cool skies and wound our way back to Interstate 20 heading west through Shreveport, Louisiana.

Within the hour we crossed over the Texas state line and began heading on a more southerly route via various Texas State Highways.

Kit and I much prefer the back roads of America, the so-called Blue Highways, as it allows us to see the true character of the United States and meet some wonderful local folks.

Many towns, especially in this part of Texas, are barely hanging on despite the robust economy of the country.  There are many boarded up storefronts and little commercial activity along main street.  These downhome and economically disadvantaged folks are likely one of the root causes that the 2016 election went the way it did.

Many of these small communities in this part of the Bible Belt feature well maintained and…

…colorful churches.

Then there are the communities that appear to be unusually moody.

Yea, I know…groan!

Another nice thing about traveling the Blue Highways, is the absence of congestion due to other road inhabitants…

…well, except for the occasional steer that meanders across the highway in this area of free-range pasture land!

As we neared Austin, Kit called the lakeside campground of Belton Lakes Outdoor Recreation Area…a Fort Hood Army Post recreation facility known by its acronym BLORA.  Fortunately, they had room for us, so off the highway and down a few country roads we went.

Checked in and set up in a nice large campsite for the evening.

A bit of walking around, followed by some dinner and vino, followed by a bit of reading, and off to slumber-land…goodnight.

 

Friday, January 25, 2019 Belton Lakes, TX:  The last time we camped at BLORA was during a draught year and the lake was extremely low.  All the fishing and marina piers were sitting on mud and the concrete boat launch ramp was a good 100 yards from the water…not this time!

In the photo above what looks to be a boat ramp, is actually a road…you can see it disappear into the lake at the bottom of the photo and reemerge toward the top.  In addition, the floating dock and ramp to the left is now yards away from its submerged parking lot and land access.

Also, the lakeside picnic shelters are partially submerged…

…as well as the lawn swings!

I bet kids would have fun trying to swing on that, if it wasn’t so cold.

As I walked along the shoreline, this little fellow joined me.

Tame and totally unafraid, I’m guessing he associates humans with being a soft touch for snacks!  However, I didn’t have anything to offer him, so he quickly lost interest in being my friend and waddled off to panhandle elsewhere.

Amongst the flood induced various flotsam and jetsam items scattered along the lakefront was this forlorn tennis shoe.

I’m betting some child was in a heap of trouble when he/she arrived home from a day at the lake sans one shoe.

 

Saturday, January 26, 2019:  Up and on the road at 1016 under sunny skies with temperatures in the low 50-degree range.

We’ve decided to head south on Interstate 35 toward for San Antonio by way of downtown Austin.

Being a Sunday, it wasn’t too congested…however everyone on the highway was exceeding the posted speed limit of 75MPH and we were poking along at our customary 60 MPH…yikes!

Our plan was to stay at Fort Sam Houston Army base for a few weeks in order to explore this corner of South Texas.  Historically, we’ve had little trouble scoring a site at this large military campground, however this year there was only one site available and that was for only five nights!  We quickly found out that the National Rodeo is in town and that brings a lot of rodeo fans to the area’s campgrounds…oh well, the chance one takes traveling without an itinerary or advanced reservation.

Once on base and motoring toward the campground, we had to yield for oncoming traffic.

Before setting up on a nice corner lot near the laundry…which is a good thing as we are running short of shorts!

Stay tuned for the next journal…fun in Old San Antonio!

Kit’s Bit’s: We’re finally in warmer weather.  Not too warm, but, at least in the 50’s with a bit of humidity.  Unfortunately, it’s been mostly cloudy but, it doesn’t bother me at all.  We enjoyed a few quiet days and were able to catch up on household chores.  We’ve camped at Fort Sam Houston a few other times and it’s never been this crowded.  The one thing missing, though was wi-fi.  They had it at the office only, not throughout the park.  So, we had to rely on our own MiFi.  All in all, we enjoyed staying here.