After the last 50th Anniversary trip to the Grand Canyon, that we achieved in September, another was desired before winter, toward Texas.
Packing up the old reliable coach for even a small trip, is a chore. We always leave later than planned. No exception, we left about noon from ABQ NM and arrived in Roswell NM about four hours later. Actually a bit shorter time, as wind was fair and helping us along. Refuel in the Sam’s Club is usually wise when not positive about direction of travel.
Sam’s Club RV camp is always pleasant.. and cheap.
The following day trip proceeded on east through plains Texas, after climbing the caprock limestone east out of the Roswell valley. A pleasant green irrigated river valley where hundreds of horses claim as their racing heritage home, was left behind.
Turning south after Plains, we pass through Brownfields and La Mesa, on way toward San Angelo Texas, where we camped in the San Angelo State Park. The noteworthy site of this park is the impressive US Army Corps of Engineers dam built for the 100 year flood.
A lake encompasses a relatively small area behind the very long, overbuilt dam. With an 8% of capacity, water level today, it looks minuscule in comparison. The exceptionally helpful park rangers were proud of the 8%, as it afforded some boating and fishing. The old ‘average’ level has been history for the last 20 or so drought years. The boat ramps are far from the water, and trees have grown into the area where boats at one time happily launched.
Leaving this nice quiet park, stocked with lots of happy birds, to continue the rest of our tour, was accomplished easily with a quick holding dump, after which we headed for the nearby San Angelo Sam’s Club, for another top off of fuel.
Not really sure which way to proceed, we noted the weather. Navigator is always on her instruments of prediction, and our focus reluctantly shifted away from the South Llano River State Park near Junction, along I-10. Predicted were flash flooding. They surely achieved that prediction, as learned later, an entire local RV park was washed away with four people missing.
Wisely chosen, Navigator programed a route toward San Antonio, bypassing Kerville, which also was flooded to lesser extent. San Antonio arrival was the far better choice and we chose five nights on our KOA membership. Alamo KOA is a very nice park, with updates ongoing to the facilities always in progress.
Cabins are increasing in numbers and quality, with lofted levels available near the little lake filled with ducks and geese. The very interesting, extensively trailed, Salado [salad] River is close enough to attract blood thirsty mosquitoes, if not properly ‘Deeted’. There are lots of fish… and turtles, including the elusive Alligator Gar, sought by aficionados.
We parked the rig in a very long, quiet spot under large trees, near the Wifi where the evenings were pleasantly passed, obtaining news and weather, including the emails so desired these days. Distant trains sounded their soulful horns pleasantly during passing.
A reasonably priced chuck wagon breakfast served in the new, large entertainment facility, is offered, and I partook, more than once. Scrambled eggs, sausages and hash browns with coffee, filled the soul well in early predawn mornings.
Rainy tonight. Days are nice, warm as usual in San Antonio. Hunkered down for the night and glad that we continued on past Junction Texas, continued on to S.A.
Severe rainfall up to 5” today near Junction.
As noted previously, a Junction RV [off I-10] park was flooded and Helos are searching for the missing. The Llano River Texas State Park where we periodically camp, was not mentioned. It is also on the South Llano River that overflowed it’s banks for miles. We enjoy the seasonal bird watching at that park on occasions that we stay. Lots of deer, turkeys and hogs… lots of wild hogs all across Texas.
Metal detecting is lucrative this trip in KOA. Well, as lucrative as it gets. Swept the area near a series of city baseball parks and then returned to our KOA for more ‘sweeping’. One men’s silver ring and lots of coins are stacked on the sink cabinet tonight. This is a large and very busy Alamo KOA with cabins. Lots of folks lose lots of stuff.
This KOA is situated on a flood plain, as many RV parks are prone. Cheaper land for the lower rates. This KOA RV park [Alamo] has flooded before. We had to camp in the other park higher on the bluff one previous time when this area was threatened.
San Antonio is protected by several dams built by the Army Corps of Engineers. Each dam [about 100] across Texas, supports State of Texas Rec areas with RV camping.
There are no natural lakes in Texas. All are reservoirs behind dams..
Navigator was on her electronic instruments, computer, watching TV, phone weather updates, weather channel and Garmin, plotting every turn and maneuver for this entire trip. She was so busy most of my driving hours, attempting to avoid floods and storms, barely had time for site seeing. We never found ourselves in a spot that we could not escape. She did really well 😊
Leaving San Antonio Alamo KOA just ahead of more storms predicted. We drove eastward to Lockhart State Park. One of our favorite small parks situated on a 9 hole golf course. We do not golf, but find the little park quiet and relaxing, away from the city life and convenient to our prowling.
Only a few spots near the little stream were available during this little holiday when kids in groups attend small learning trips. Three buses left them off for their guided hikes and lessons on nature’s interesting features. One evening, a ranger led an Owl hike, to search for elusive critters. I was invited, but much too muddy for me to happily walk the steep trail in search of ‘Hooters’ 😊
Following arrival and set up, navigator and I drove the tow into San Marcos for traditional evening dining with friends at Saltgrass, a Landry’s restaurant situated over the San Marcos River source near the college. Three hours of visitation later, we bid our friends adieu and returned the 18 miles south to Lockhart State Park, our homestead for a few nights.
Backtracked to San Marcos Texas, and another few miles on the interstate in the tow car for a bit of shopping the following day. Always enjoy a discount outlet mall [Tanger double malls combined] and lunch at Cracker Barrel, before a bit of exploring the area. Driving 35 miles south to Gonzales, an historical antiquey town, and then return back to the RV at Lockhart for the night, ended the day.
An evening hike around the golf course revealed several patches of dug up earth. Ranger answered my query of wild hogs? They do some serious digging when the weather is wet. He mentioned the thousands of Armadillos doing similar, but lesser earth moving damage whenever weather is dry.
The countless tree spiders of the Banana type, fill the trees in spring, alarming the acrophobia folks to no end. Fishing in the stream this trip would have yielded stocked 9″ catfish by a thousand. The rangers hunt the wild hogs periodically to cut the numbers, but when the litters are large and frequent, it takes only a short time for them to again overpopulate.
Drive the tow car to Austin next day for lunch with our granddaughter. She is in her 3rd year at Austin, the notoriously fast-track, University of Texas [Longhorns]. Sports Medicine is her interest at this point.
Returned to our nice cozy home in Lockhart State Park as the rain began falling. No end in site for the big rain storm covering most of Texas this tour. Partaking in the park’s holding dump-fest, then leaving Lockhart in morning, we drove on to one of our favorites, Ink’s Lake State Park, for another few nights stay.
By-passing Austin traffic is problematic, as it extends for more than 20 miles in all directions. Even Buda Texas is now a bustling ‘burb’ of Austin. Marble Falls fuel at Walmart for $2.35 was happy day. Roasted chicken parts from Walmart deli, filled our needs. Did I mention rain?
Achieving the remarkable feat of a finding a camp site at Ink’s Lake State Park near Burnet Texas, we found a nice shady spot safely back from the water’s edge during anticipated rain. Important on a dam controlled reservoir.
During a brief pre-dusk lull, I walked to the nearby, large fishing dock and visited with a couple of re-united elderly brothers, as they were catching only turtles on their worms and Jello soaked hotdogs.. to their consternation. That was the last warm sunshine seen for days. Discovered that spraying WD-40 on the worms attracted bites.. turtle bites.
Driving the tow backtrack into Marble Falls for a bit of antiqueing before leaving the area, was of interest. Mediocre lunch at Doc’s Fish Camp in Burnet was more costly than dining at Walmart deli. Lesson learned there.
It has been raining for several days now and after arriving at Ink’s Lake State Park Sunday, two nights 15 feet above and 300 feet away from shoreline, we were told by the ranger, to “move the rig, our RV camp site was about to become endangered and the access road closed, Flooded”. The Buchanon Dam that feeds Ink’s Lake, is about to release a serious quantity of water, to prevent it’s own storage problems from the continuing storm.
After using our Texas State Park pass coupons to the fullest extent, we intended to leave anyway, this just encouraged us further. As we slept through two nights of heavy rain, no internet, then morning wet, I had to disconnect the cold, stiff, 50 amp power cable and water line, in the rain and 36 degree temperature, my enthusiasm was waning. Dumping the holding tanks, in the rain, was not quite relaxing.
As we drove the familiar route we often take back westward, we also noted that the usually mild little stream along side the pavement, held in check only by an old railroad track embankment, the Llano River had now grown to a 1/4th mile wide raging torrent paralleling our highway,… yards away. An extreme adventure that whitewater enthusiasts would fear.
The Llano River was now being fed by the five inches of rainfall during an extended time. It filled the old limestone river bed and quickly engulfed several houses and downtown Llano, all built with little regard to the old high water level river banks the early settlers would have wisely recognized.
Texas, already sitting on 300′ feet of water resistant, solid limestone caprock from the mid cretaceous shallow sea, has climate cycles. Drought for many years, followed by floods, Texas sized for both.
We were notified by friends in San Marcos, of a couple of bodies found so far. The many reservoirs and dams control the flooding and protect Austin and San Antonio. As each lake reaches capacity, it dumps, gates controlled by the US Army Corps of Engineers, to the lower lakes, that in turn dump what they can no longer control. Travis reservoir protecting Austin communities, was already at 103% 0f capacity.
Dominoes in effect, with those living in flood plains, the victims. The construction stages of Corps of Engineer projects usually have the 100 year flood in mind. Their dams appear overbuilt….., except when the 100 year flood arrives. As engineers studying real history of climate, they also know that there are 200, 300 and 500, let alone 1,000 year cycles, all of which they know can Not be controlled.
We filled with fuel in San Angelo, usually in last prep for the trip toward home. Wind devoured our fuel faster than anticipated and slowed our progress. We drove northward past Big Spring’s Wind turbines, miles of massive, spinning blades, north past wet cotton fields, peanut farms, grape vines and whatever else is a cash crop.
Cows in abundance. Goats, Sheep, Oil wells, Plastic lined earthen water reservoirs for irrigation, appear often with their large diameter roadside tubes transporting the precious stored commodity miles in all directions. 137 additional miles of wind and rain driving after fast fuel fill at San Angelo and finally parked for night at the marvelously free La Mesa City Park. 30 amps of free service kept the coach’s electric heater toasty, and us dry.
Rain to some extent lulled sleep. Morning arrived early. ‘Burnin’ daylight’, fixing breakfast in cloudy darkness, we gradually moseyed another 150 miles north west through Brownfields, Plains and left West Texas, crossing the state line at Bronco, into Tatum NM, headed for Roswell NM, again against the wind. Refuel again at Sam’s Club in NM, just to be prepared in caution for wind. Rainfall kept the wipers in action for days of driving. Today was no different. Roswell forecast was rain. Yes it did.
Following a Subway lunch, Roswell NM behind us, we drove northward toward ABQ NM, the junction route of I-40 being our next turn direction goal. Turning West at Cline’s Corners, 150 miles north of Roswell with the last 50 miles into Albuquerque, the Interstate was welcome. Finally a tail wind of motoring silence, some nice friendly truck traffic, in place of western rural highway desolation.
The wipers never stopped and sporadic rain fell all of this 380 + mile day. On travel west and arrival through the canyon leading into sunshine engulfed ABQ, the wind was finally at our back, until we pulled into the perpetually sunny city and top off fuel at ABQ Costco.
There, the east wind was heavy, due to a strong low pressure area in Arizona sucking the air from ABQ.
We ate a Costco hotdog and a slice of pizza before winding city streets the last 8 miles home for the night. Unload the cargo, park the old reliable rig, 108,000 miles total now, …and over the next days, change oil, creep under and lube the chassis, check vitals, drain tanks and water lines for winter before storage, anticipating, planning the coming spring trip… but tonight to relax in the home bed.
All told, a wet, but still always another fascinating, challenging, educational trip, totaling over 1,500 miles in the old Holiday Rambler. Not as much hiking as usual, Not much of anything outside in the rainy RV camps, just setting inside reading ….and watching the other campers battle the elements. Tents are the real challenge. Those energetic folks are really, The Brave 🙂