Week 3 - Corpus Christi to El Paso; Big Bend National Park
Saturday 9 July 1994: Before leaving, we took the opportunity to wash
out sand from all corners of our vehicle, both inside and out, and drove to
Amistad Dam, as instructed. The road went across to Mexico,
but unlike at El Paso, there was no traffic or people, except for a lone
water skier on the lake below. After looking at the unmanned visitor center,
we decided not to cross the border, and continued driving west along US 90.
Next stop was Langtry; a small side road went past some
marvellously ramshackle old buildings to the site of Judge Roy Bean's house,
now preserved amongst a cactus garden. Opposite was a general store, selling
rattlesnake eggs amongst many other things. I was not familiar with the
Judge before, but apparently he was a colorful character who held trials in
his saloon and named his town after the English actress Lily Langtry, who he
was infatuated with, although they never met. The preserved saloon was not
especially noteworthy; the most memorable thing we saw was a large red snake
in the cactus garden eating its way through a nest of baby mice, to the
accompaniment of much squeaking. The visitor center had many good free maps
and guides about Texas, which the lady in charge insisted on giving to us.
Continuing along the main road, we stopped at Nowhere for lunch and arrived
at Sanderson in need of an oil change and some money, the
latter being more urgent as we didn't have enough for the entry fee for
Big Bend National Park. Unfortunately, Sanderson had neither so we had to make an
unwelcome diversion 65 miles through scenic hills north to Fort Stockton
(again), where we achieved both objectives and travelled the 130 miles
south as fast as we could to the park. We arrived during very atmospheric
conditions - thunderstorms, sunshine and rain, still with the temperature at
100.
It was too late to pay the entry charge at
Panther Junction so we went directly to a campsite near
the river. Approximately 2 cars passed us along the 20 mile approach road
between the Junction and the campsite, at the eastern side of the park.
There was a place for RVs, but this was little more than a carpark with
hookups. However, just round the corner was a large camp area, with a
nominal fee of $5 to stay one night. This had several hundred places, but
it was completely empty, possibly due to the deafening sound of cicadas
(noisy insects), which continued all evening. Turkey vultures were present
in abundance, even walking around our vehicle, also there were many bright
red-colored birds. In the fading light, the place had a very strange
atmosphere; there were no other lights visible, but many unsettling noises
and rustling sounds outside.
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