Christmas in Fulton

Dec. 11 to 26, 2007

Winnie 1 – Carol Anderson
Winnie 2 – Carol Rayburn
Winnie 3 – Elizabeth Baldridge
Winnie 4 – Roberta Cox

We’ve settled into our spaces at Driftwood RV Haven. Above is a photo, taken near Winnie 2’s motorhome, of the tree-abundant campground.

Every time we are near the bay, we never get bored with watching the great numbers and varieties of seabirds. Winnie 2 managed to get some great photos, including the four-shot sequence of a pelican snagging some lunch.

Winnie 2 temporarily abandoned us for a few days – but for a good cause. She drove her Honda 1,200 miles to Hurley, South Dakota, to have Christmas with her family and to bring Mom Rayburn back to Texas. They will be here in a few days.

The weather has been fickle – warm one day, cold the next, and even cold/warm/hot on the same day. windy one day and calm the next. This has required us keep a variety of clothing at the ready.

Winnie 1: So far today I’ve gone from shorts/short sleeves to slacks/long sleeves.
And then back again to shorts/short sleeves. Once the sun starts going down, those warmer things will be back on.

Days have been a variety of activities, too. We’ve bicycled, walked, shopped, taken car trips and enjoyed the outside when possible; and then we’ve hunkered down to read and do inside projects on other days.

On a walk, Winnie 1 took this photo of the early morning Fulton Harbor.

Or-sters and/or Er-sters!

It is oyster season – some Texans pronounce them “or-sters” and some say "er-sters" – and the afternoon arrival of the oyster boats is a good outing for us. Oysters are bagged in large ‘oyster bags’ (think gunny sacks). According to one of the oystermen, each bag weighs about 110 pounds and holds about 300 3-inch-or-more oysters. Bags are loaded 16 to a pallet and await the arrival of the ‘authority’ that checks them for size before tagging them as authentic Texas Gulf Bay Oysters. Then they are trucked to seafood distributors.

Winnie 4: I scolded Winnie 1 for a lack of any Christmas decorations, and on a stop to the dollar store I found an 8-inch high $1 artificial Christmas tree along with some tiny ornaments.

Winnie 1: She neglected to say that I’ve taped the Christmas cards that arrived in the mail on my kitchen (supposed to call it a galley, oops!) cabinets. And e-cards were saved to watch several times.

Christmas in Fulton

We weren’t without Christmas spirit. The fun in Fulton just never ends! At a large tent on the beach, they had a four night program called “Christmas in Fulton”, complete with hot chocolate and cookies for each night. Turns out this is a great way to view the local talent of the area….good and bad! We saw line dancers, the sheriff playing a saxophone, an elf with corny jokes, gospel singers, a children’s choir, little ol’ ladies band playing in a sticks, rattles, and etc.

The four night program ended with “Santy” Claus, who arrived with several sheriff vehicles and fire trucks, sirens a-blazing! Here's Santa being escorted by the Fulton Mayor.

Winnie 4: Winnie 1 and I made through three programs but Winnie 3 “wimped” out halfway through the first one. Where is that girl’s Christmas spirit??? Ha! I think she mumbled something about a good book to read. We had some laughs and good times and can now say “we’ve done that”.

At each performance the February Oyster Fest was announced. On one night, the master of ceremonies had some oyster buckets to give away. Winnie 1 managed to get one. (Winnie 4: Managed? She jumped up when the guy with the buckets came by to get his attention!)

Here’s a photo of Winnie 1’s cat exploring the oyster bucket.

Christmas at Driftwood RV Haven

Aaaah, let the eating frenzy begin! At camp here, it is time for the annual Christmas Eve potluck and Christmas Day mimosa brunch. Winnie 4 had previously told us about the downside to Driftwood RV Haven….far too many good cooks!

There were about 30 for the occasion. Foodwise, enough for 200! All wonderfully good! Where does one start and end? As usual, a nice group of people, lots of laughs and good feelings…a pleasant experience! By the end of the two days of feasting and merriment, we are all “waddling” and vowing never to eat again.

The clubhouse and the tables were beautifully decorated.

As this entry is being written, Winnie 3 is off with two friends – Doris and Jeanne – visiting from Las Cruces, New Mexico. Winnie 4 has finished the morning’s aerobics class. Winnie 1 is hoping the wind will decrease so she can take a bike ride. Life is good! Oh, yes – Happy Hour continues!

Winter Texans Settle In

Dec. 1 to 10, 2007

Winnie 1 – Carol Anderson

Winnie 2 – Carol Rayburn

Winnie 3 – Elizabeth Baldridge

Winnie 4 – Roberta Cox

The Winter Texan Winnies arrived at Driftwood RV Haven, Fulton, TX, mid-day on December 1st. Gaynor, the owner and a widowed British woman, met us and saw that we were all parked in an efficient manner. She runs a tight ship but is very hospitable and seems to consider her guests as family. She said she wants folks to feel like they are at an inn while they are here. She has traveled and lived about the world a lot and has interesting experiences to share.

Winnie 4: Gaynor, Driftwood RV Haven owner, was out to meet us when we arrived....four gals, four motorhomes, three with cars! It was good to be back here, lots of nice people and a small park. I stayed here last year and really enjoyed it. Not everyone (returnees from last year) is here yet, so more nice people to come!

The RV park is small—about 60 sites with about half of the owners parking trailers/coaches here full time. Many residents are here in the summer or on weekends only, so the park is not crowded. Most sites are among Live Oak trees that provide a lot of shade.

PHOTO Carol R took of the park

Winnie 2—I didn’t know there was a species named “Live Oak” but there is. Looked it up on the Internet and found it described as “a massive shade tree with evergreen foliage.” It grows to 30- 40 feet tall and its horizontal spread is generally 40-60 feet. We have seen numerous live oaks pointing inland from the onshore winds here which makes for some interesting shapes. If not thinned, they can become very dense thickets which are near impossible to walk through.

Fulton is adjacent to the larger town of Rockport and is located on Aransas Bay about 35 miles northeast of Corpus Christi. The combined towns’ population is around 6,000—fishing and tourism are major sources of income. Here's an early morning photo of fishing boats in Fulton Harbor.

The population spikes in summer as people come to fish and boat and it spikes again during the winter as Winter Texans come. There is also a substantial artist community in Rockport.

Winnie 2--I’m not sure how the other Winnies feel, but my sense is that Texans tend to appreciate their winter visitors a lot more than Arizonans do. They really want to make you feel at home and they tend to show their appreciation for your presence in numerous ways. I have felt welcomed ever since we arrived in Texas.

Birding is a favorite pastime of natives and visitors alike. The Gulf Coast is a flyway for many that migrate south of here plus it serves as a wintering area for many other species. We have particularly enjoyed watching the brown and the white pelicans, as well as numerous blue herons and snowy and great egrets, on our bike rides and drives around the area. We will likely be writing much more about our birding adventures here.

Carol R. wins the "best bird photo" with the one below.

Weather here has been extraordinarily hot and humid since we arrived—at least that is what the weathermen and the locals are saying. Suffice it to say we have awakened to temperatures in the low 70’s several mornings with highs in the 70’s to low 80’s. Humidity has been 80-95% A LOT. The locals assure us this will change.

Winnie 1: When I awake about 5 a.m., the temperature is in the 70s and the humidity percentage is between 80 and 85%. Bedtime is a duplicate of morning. In the day time the temps rise a bit, but humidity stays the same. Everything seems sticky. After a shower I towel off, then I towel off, then I towel off, - never feeling quite dry. Quite a change from cold, dry New Mexico winters.

Winnie 2—This self-described “desert rat” is really feeling the humidity. It feels like Washington, DC, in August only the temperatures are 5 to 10 degrees lower! Winnie 3 flew the coop to Colorado on the 4th for a few days. Guess she needed a snow fix ‘cause that is what she is getting!

Winnie 4: Weatherwise, we are in humid conditions, not to my liking! It is supposed to end soon and be back to "normal" sunny conditions for this time of year.

Hot, muggy weather not withstanding, the Winnies continue their daily Happy Hours. Here’s our first one. Carol A. took this picture.

We had barely settled in before area activities began. The City of Fulton shows appreciation for the Winter Texans and the boost they give the economy by putting on a free fish fry. Somewhere between 800 and 1,000 folks showed up, the volunteer firemen/women cooked the fish and volunteers served our sit-down dinner.

One night we were treated to some bright, colorful fireworks; we bought tickets to the Historic Home Tour; and joined locals for the candlelight caroling on the front lawn of the Historic Fulton Mansion.

Gaynor organized a ladies’ luncheon at a seafood restaurant in the Rockport Harbor area. Carol R. took a photo of us.

The famous "Hill Country"

Winnies 2 and 3 - Nov. 23 through 28; Goliad State Park Nov. 29 and 30

Winnie 1 - Nov. 23 through 26; then San Antonio Nov. 27 through 29; Goliad State Park Nov. 30

Friday, Nov. 23, the three Winnies drove to Fredericksburg in the Texas Hill Country. This was a very pleasant 200 mile drive – the longest drive so far – through rolling ranch country between Del Rio and San Antonio. We turned north at Hondo and the grades gradually got steeper as we drove into the heart of the “Hill Country”. We saw quite a lot of wildlife on the drive and some rather exotic animals, which we haven’t yet identified, on some of the ranches along the way.

It is deer hunting season in west Texas so we saw a lot of deer stands set among the scrub oak in the pastures and many modified jeeps, “Mules”, and other assorted 4-wheelers being towed or hauled on the road. Hunting is BIG here!

Upon our arrival in Fredericksburg, we pulled into Lady Bird Johnson Municipal Park, where we have full hook-ups at a very reasonable price in a park setting. Other facilities available at the large city park include a golf course, tennis courts, baseball diamonds, picnic areas, a swimming pool, and a stream flowing through. The two Carols are parked at the end of one row and can look out their windows at a nice rose garden complete with blooming roses. This is definitely a good place to park for a few days or a few weeks! Winnie 3 is nearby.

Fredericksburg was established in the mid-1800s by German immigrants sent by the Society for the Protection of German Immigrants in Texas. This was the second settlement in a series of similar settlements planned to reach out to a land grant in which the society had purchased an interest. The town is located in the Pedernales River valley which provided water to the settlers. Wood and stone were, and are, abundant for use in building structures and the climate is mild. Limestone quarried locally has been widely used in building construction and there are many shops and homes being used that are over 100 years old.

Much of the German culture has been retained through the years with two choirs in town that present concerts in German, some church services are in German, and good German food is readily available. The town has many shops – including local wineries’ tasting rooms – that cater to tourists that visit the area on weekends.

Winnie 2: Shops are upscale—in some respects several remind me of shops in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

One style of home that is unique to Fredericksburg is known as a “Sunday House”. These were built in the late 1800s and early 1900s as town homes to be used by area farmers on weekends when they came to do their shopping, attend church, etc. They were built of wood or stone and consisted of two rooms, one above the other. An outside staircase provided access to the upper room. Several Sunday Houses are still standing and some are being used as shops and as bed and breakfast establishments.

The weather turned cold while we were in Fredericksburg as a front came out of the north. We had cold rain and wind the first couple of days.

Winnie 1: Yea! Finally I get to wear the turtle-neck sweaters that I brought. The weather did not keep us from getting out and about in the downtown area.

Visiting the Lyndon B. Johnson homes and Luckenbach

Finally the third day dawned clear (the 26th). It was time to visit “out doors” sites, so we drove to the Johnson City area to tour the LBJ boyhood home and the LBJ Ranch. The guided tour included LBJ’s ‘western White House.”

And, of course, no visit to this part of Texas would be complete without a visit to Luckenbach. This quaint wide spot in the road was made famous by Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings in their country hit “Luckenbach, Texas (Back to the Basics of Love)”. The town is a favorite motorcyclist destination on weekends and consists of an unpainted general store that also serves as a beer tavern and a dance hall. Large live oaks are on the grounds providing a wonderful area to listen to the impromptu music performed by locals and visiting musicians or to “people-watch”.

And the Luckenbach bar was the site of our daily Happy Hour

The Winnies split up, temporarily

Tuesday, Nov. 27

Today Winnie 1 left to spend a few days in San Antonio with her friend Maria; and then she met up with the others at Goliad.

Winnies 2 and 3 stayed on in Fredericksburg for two more nights. They visited with friends Jane and Barbara from Illinois who were camped at Kerrville the first day. The second day was spent in San Antonio where they toured the Alamo and spent time on the River Walk. Then they moved to Goliad State Park.

And finally Winnie 4 (Roberta Cox) joined us. Now the Four Adventurous Winnies were together.

And with Winnie 4’s arrival – plus the nearness to the brewery that makes Shiner Beer – a tour was in order. Since you’ve missed out hearing from her so far, she agreed to write about this.

Winnie 4 (Roberta): I finally got my motorhome out of hock and joined up with Winnie 2 and 3 in Goliad, TX. What a great little town! The State Park where we stayed was great, but that's another story. Friday morning, Winnie 3 and I started out for the Spoetzl Brewery in the town of Shiner, makers of Shiner Beer. Winnie 2 stayed behind, recuperating from a flu thing and a twisted back....or perhaps there was just a good football game on!

Liz and I got to Shiner a little early...we were meeting Winnie 1 there....and decided breakfast was needed. Just as we were getting the meal, saw Carol's Aspect motorhome go by! We finally all met and went on the brewery tour. The brewery was started in the early 1900's by a good German man, Mr. Spoetzl. There were a lot of German farmers settled in the area and they wanted a taste of their homeland. The brewery thrived, even through prohibition, creating "near-beer" to keep things going. The brewery is a 24-hour operation and very clean. In the gift shop, they passed out samples...you were "limited" to four glasses! They also had lots of goodies to purchase.

We went to the local grocery store and my gal pals bought three cases, plus a six-pack of the Shiner stuff.....should last them a week or so. HA! Winnie 1 had been visiting a friend in San Antonio, so followed us back to Goliad, about 60 miles away. We saw some beautiful little towns along the way. You really feel the "Texas-downhome" friendliness in this area.

Goliad State Park, just a hop-skip-and jump to the historic town of Goliad.

While our time at Goliad was short, we’ve all expressed interest in returning some day – perhaps on our drives back to New Mexico. The state park is home to the restored “Mission Espíritu Santo” and the nearby Presidio. We had convenient RV parking, with electric and water hookups, for $13 a night.

Our timing couldn’t have been better. Friday night’s big event was the annual Christmas Comes to Goliad celebration. After walking the decked out Mission grounds, we went to downtown Goliad for dinner. By 7 p.m. we had finished and then found a good place to watch the annual Christmas parade, complete with brightly lit floats and marchers.

Saturday morning was the annual Pony Express event, and there was a mail exchange at the entrance to Goliad State Park. With the bribery of having a hearty country breakfast after the mail exchange about 7:30 a.m., we donned our matching t-shirts and headed to town.

Then back at the park, we prepared to travel the final 80 miles to our winter roost in Fulton, Texas.

But before we drove off, the Winnebago motorhomes were lined up and through the magic of remote photo-taking, we had our first complete group, complete with motorhomes, shot. Check out our lovely color-changing shirts (we found them in Langtry, Texas)

Big Bend to Del Rio

November 18 to November 22, 2007

The drive from Big Bend National Park to Marathon was pretty routine—it was a nice morning to be on the road. The drive through rolling countryside was pleasant and we saw several mule deer near the road. The stop in Marathon provided us with a few hours of internet service to download our messages and to pickup messages left on our cell phones. We were without the use of both services during our week in Big Bend.

Marathon’s name was suggested by a sea captain who said the area reminded him of Marathon, Greece.

Winnie 2: Now I’ve never been to Greece, but I can’t imagine it being like this part of Texas with its rolling hills and desert landscape.

The town used to be a mining and cattle shipment center but is now a tourist crossroads and a gateway to Big Bend N.P. Ranching is still a major factor in the local economy.

We spent the night at Marathon Motel and RV Park, a delightful place. We had a light dinner at the Gage Hotel which is the most noteworthy establishment in town dating back to the 1920s A step into the hotel is an experience of days gone by when all a cowboy needed to feel alive was a breath of fresh air and the magnificent night sky filled with stars. The hotel has been restored and still has the original pine flooring and woodwork, along with heavy-duty ranch-style furniture in the lobby.

The other draw to this small town was Shirley’s Burnt Biscuit Bakery. Early Monday morning that was our stop before leaving town. As we enjoyed our baked goodies and coffee, the waitress took our picture. The sign on the wall says: “If it ain’t burnt, Momma didn’t make it”

Marathon to Seminole Canyon State Park

We drove Highway 90 to Seminole Canyon State Park on Monday, November 19, where we stayed two nights. This was a very pretty drive through rolling country and over some mesas. We spotted a large buck near the road—we were surprised to see such a large one next to the road in late morning. Numerous other deer were seen during the drive.

As we came over a pass west of Sanderson, we drove out of clear blue skies and into the humid, low-hanging, cloudy skies indicating we were now in the area of TX where weather is influenced by the Gulf of Mexico. The change was as if a curtain had been lowered as visibility went from very good to just a few miles. The days we spent at Seminole Canyon S.P. (about 40 miles northwest of Del Rio) were similar—mornings were foggy with skies clearing at midday.

A stop at Langtry, Texas, introduced us to Judge Roy Bean, the “Law West of the Pecos”. He was a Justice of the Peace and was the only “law” for miles around that part of Texas. He must have been a colorful character and his style of enforcing the “law” didn’t exactly follow the established legal codes in effect; however, it seems the consensus was that he treated people fairly and his style of meting out .justice worked well in the rough and tumble Southwest Texas country of the 1880’s and 1890’s. The Visitor Center in Langtry has excellent dioramas about Judge Bean’s life and is co-located with his home and saloon-courtroom which have both been restored. A very nice cactus garden is also at this location. All in all, it was a good place to stop and take in some of the local history.

Seminole Canyon State Park is near the mouth of the Pecos River where it flows into the Rio Grande. The area has numerous canyons with fairly flat land between them. It is in a semi-arid climate so we have seen a variety of Chihuahuan desert plants along with oak, juniper and other vegetation normally associated with less arid areas. There are some nice hikes in the park—the two Carols took advantage of the time here to explore on foot and enjoyed seeing the effects of wind and water erosion in the deep limestone canyons as well as some different birds residing in the area.

The last morning all three of us took a guided hike to the Fate Bell Shelter, a large cave dwelling in Seminole Canyon used through the ages. The Pecos River area is noteworthy for ancient pictographs and those found in Seminole Canyon are representative of the best of them. The pictographs are believed to be between 3,000 and 4,000 years old and have been described as being in the top 1% of pictographs in the world. They are very well preserved and, in some cases, very intricate. The Park’s Visitor Center was also well worth a stop. Their displays showing movement of various animals and people through the area from the last ice age to the near-present were superb.

Del Rio

It was on to Del Rio where we spent Nov. 21 and 22 (Thanksgiving). We had made the decision some time ago that we weren’t going to “slave” over a stove preparing Thanksgiving dinner, so a stopover in a larger town was in order. We got a couple of bike tires fixed and a “Wal-Mart fix” upon arrival.

Side trip to Acuña

Thanksgiving morning we woke to 44-degree temps with a stiff breeze that made it even colder. With dinner reservations made for 2 p.m., we headed to Acuña, Mexico (population approximately 120,000). We walked the nearly one-mile bridge over the Rio Grande for some shopping and to check out the city.

The part of the city we were in was much cleaner than other border towns so we were all pleasantly surprised. Since we didn’t have dinner reservations until later in the afternoon, we stopped at Crosby’s in Acuña for early Happy Hour; had some nachos and margaritas to hold us over.

Soon it was time to recross the river and get ready for our dinner. We agreed we all had a lot to be thankful for—especially to be together and to be able to enjoy the countryside in our Winnebagos.

Since leaving Las Cruces, we’ve driven 700 miles in 15 days!

One week in Big Bend National Park

Saturday, Nov. 10, 2007

It was an easy drive from Fort Davis to Terlingua/Study (pronounced stoo-dee) Butte at the west entrance to Big Bend National Park. Since we wanted to check into a float trip on the Rio Grande, we decided to stay overnight at Terlingua. After checking with all the local outfitters, it became evident that the water level was too low for a good trip. We drove into the park in the late afternoon and took the scenic Ross Maxwell Scenic Drive in the western part of the park.

Winnie 1: Carol R. was hoping for some rough rapids; she’s rafted before. Myself, I wanted a gentle ride since it would be my first. But there wasn’t enough water for any kind of raft trip.

Winnie 2: The drive from Fort Davis to Terlingua is an interesting drive through Chihuahuan desert landscape. It is open country with broad mesas, buttes, and mountains rising up in every direction. I couldn’t help but think about the people that settled this country and have tried to make a living off the land through the years. You have to be hardy to live out here miles away (frequently 100+ miles) from telephone, mail, and medical service, food and clothing stores, service stations, etc.

Terlingua would be our last cell phone and Internet service for our week in Big Bend.

Week #2 was in Big Bend National Park

On Sunday morning, we drove our motorhomes into Big Bend National Park, stopping at one of the Visitor Centers for information and more brochures. Then we went to the Rio Grande Village Campground for full-hookup RV parking.

Big Bend National Park is in an area where the Rio Grande makes a U-shape, turning from running generally southeast to running northeast, cutting through three mountain ranges and forming deep canyons in the process. Volcanic activity many years ago formed the basis for the interesting and varied landscapes found in this part of Texas. Park elevation changes about 6,000 feet from the river’s edge to the highest point in the Chisos Mountains and includes the best-preserved example of native Chihuahuan Desert anywhere in the U.S. or in Mexico. As you climb into the mountains, you encounter thick conifer forests mixed with high desert scrub. The Chisos Mountains are dominated by pinon, oak, and juniper, along with ponderosa pine, Arizona Cypress, Douglas fir, maple and aspen at the higher elevations. The desert floor contains many kinds of cacti; in fact, over 70 species have been identified—more than found in any other national park. Animal life is varied and includes species such as the Mexican black bear, mountain lion, bobcat, mule deer, Sierra del Carmen whitetail deer (found only in the Chisos Mountains in the U.S.), javelina, along with many reptile, amphibian, fish, and insect species. Well over 400 bird species have been recorded, more than in any other national park. Some bird species are only found here.

Winnie 3: There are three distinct eco tones in the park: River (near where we are parked), desert and the mountains. All are fascinating and hold a unique beauty. I must say I have found an extra special joy in the river areas where we walked and rode bikes. (My new recumbent bike is quickly winning me over.)

During the week we took quite a few hikes: Hot Springs (the long, difficult one), Sam Nail Ranch, Rio Grande Nature Trail, Boquillas Canyon, Window View, The Window, and Dave’s Cattail Falls. We drove several park roads: paved, well-maintained gravel and one intended for high-clearance/four-wheel drive vehicles. Note: Carol R’s car has 4WD, but not high enough clearance for these unmaintained trails. At one point, as we went down and up a fairly deep wash, Carol A. got out to take photos.

Boquillas Canyon

Soon after we started up the Boquillas Canyon trail and had rounded the bend to look up the canyon, we heard singing in the distance! Mexican songs, male voice. And a wondrous echo from the canyon. What? Next we saw someone in a red shirt on the Mexico side of the river. The singing continued. When we were fairly close, a man was waving to us and calling out: “Hello, I’m Victor the singing Mexican!” Then he continued singing until we were opposite him. He assured us he was friendly, and that he had operated the ferry between the village of Boquillas and Big Bend. We certainly enjoyed his singing. Here is Victor, the singing Mexican.

The residents along the Mexican side of the river had a lot of interaction with the Park and with Park visitors prior to 9/11/01 with people from both sides evidently crossing uninhibited. A Texas guidebook published in 1998 describes where and how to cross the river to get to the villages on the other side—with the crossing generally done in rowboats manned by the Mexican natives at a cost of $1 or $2 round trip, payable on the return trip. Businesses there depended on park visitors for their business. The border is no longer open and American dollars no longer flow into the communities. The nearest legal border crossing is well over 100 miles away and would require a ride of 150+ miles over dirt roads in Mexico to get to Boquillas which is located across the river from our campground.


Some Mexicans make decorated walking sticks from Sotol cactus, wire scorpions, and other trinkets and place them along trails in the park, along with a donation jar. They ask $5-$6 for the walking sticks and other items are priced accordingly. The Park Service has posted signs in many places warning people they will be prosecuted if they are found in possession of this “contraband”. To buy the same walking stick “that has been imported legally”. you pay $18 at one of the stores in the Park, where signs are posted next to the displays indicating that all proceeds “up to the wholesale price” goes back to the villagers…

Dave’s Cattail Falls

The trail sign says just Cattail Falls, but another camper – Dave – told us about it. The trail is no longer in any park brochures because it ends where the spring water (that originated above the pour-off) is pumped into the park for use. Dave asked if we wanted to hike the trail with him and the two Carols eagerly accepted. It was a great hike and beautiful scenery. Photos just don’t do it justice. The man in the photo is "trail guide Dave".

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As we get ready to leave in the morning – headed for Marathon, Texas – here are our parting thoughts.

Winnie 1: The entire Big Bend National Park was beautiful with surprises around every bend. As we drove into the park on the first day, I didn’t think I would like it – too much of the ‘same old’ desert setting. I’ve definitely changed my mind! With the exception of one windy evening and night, the weather was perfect. It is worth a return trip or two.

Winnie 2: This park is definitely a place to return to. I feel like I have hardly scratched the surface after having been here for a week. The hiking and the scenery is spectacular and I can hardly wait to float the river through the canyons! I have read that Indians say that the Great Spirit placed all the leftover rocks in Big Bend after creating the earth. That seems to describe the area very well.

Winnie 3: I'd like to come back to Big Bend, this time visiting in the spring time.

We are now (Nov. 18) in Marathon, Texas.