Oct 27, 2004
We arrived in Laredo with a Marty Robbins song stuck in my brain to a dry eighty-five degrees. Lake Casa Blanca "International" State Park was not near as grand as the brochure described it but it does have the nicest facilities so far
. The showers are relatively private and free from reptiles and amphibians. I'm not sure what makes it an "International" state park other than the short fifteen minute drive to the Mexican border. It could also be because of all the retiree RVers from Ontario.
About three hours after our arrival, the warmth and calm were abruptly broken by twenty mile per hour winds and a twenty-five degree temperature drop. Our neatly arranged campsite including chair, cooler, and towels ended up a hundred yards away in a pile with enough tumbleweed for a Hollywood movie set. I rounded everything up while Zoobley sat by the picnic table trying to figure out how to make her ears lay down in the wind.
Resisting the urge to winter at Mustang Island, Kudzu and I headed west to Laredo today via Highways 44 (the Cesar Chavez Memorial Highway) and 59. Approximately halfway between Corpus Christi and Laredo, you pass through Freer, home of the International Rattlesnake Roundup. Leaving Freer, a large blue sign warns that no gas is available for the next sixty miles. Unfortunately, no gas also means no restrooms. The landscape abruptly changes to prickly pear, tumbleweed, mesquite, and sand. If you've ever seen "HUD" or "The Last Picture Show" you've got the idea. After the initial shock, it's really quite beautiful and full of life.