We are having a pretty serious wind storm here tonight so I thought I would use our time inside to update the blog.
Terlingua, is a re-inhabited ghost town that lies a few
miles up the road from Lajitas. According to a recent article written
about Terlingua, half the residents, “are
drunker than snot 24/7”. This is another one of the “beyond eclectic” West Texas
towns. Below is the trading post and restaurant.
As I was leaving the Trading Post a few days ago, (center of the picture above)
I was confronted by a grizzly old character wearing a sweat stained
Stetson, a leather vest, dusty old camo cargo pants and bare feet sporting green sparkle toenail
polish. No six-gun that I could see. I
would have snapped a picture but there were a lot of locals around and it might
have come off as a bit touristy. He said “Howdy”. I don’t remember what I
replied with. When I described him to some people who have spent a lot of time here,
they were pretty sure I was describing the renowned lawyer who
comes here a few months a year to “regain
his sanity”.
The Starlight Theatre (see above, right of the store) is actually
a restaurant, and a very good one at that. It used to be a theatre but the roof was lost in a wind storm,
hence the name. In addition to the usual fare they also serve some local delicacies . Here's a peek at the appetizers.
This is the inside on a Tuesday night.
Packed to the rafters and great live
music.
If you look closely just left of centre in the picture,
above the flute, you will see a stuffed goat with a beer bottle in his mouth.
This would be the former mayor of Lajitas, father of the present mayor.
We did a guided canoe trip down the Rio Grande. This was an incredible adventure, gliding through the canyons with the current.
We stopped for a shore lunch in Mexico. There are no border people here.
When your draft exceeds your depth you are most assuredly
aground. This was the first fast water this couple didn’t take either backwards or sideways but they grounded
instead. Miraculously they never got
wet. The guide paddled back, gave them a shove and off they went.
Darlene and I managed to clip a few rocks too. The last rapid
required a sharp “s” bend around 2 rocks, in little more than 2 canoe lengths.
The guide told us exactly what to do, but that all went out the window when we rounded the first rock. Let’s just say
we made it through, unassisted and dry. Old Towne canoes, they are tough!
Sorry, no Pics because I put my camera in a dry bag before
we went through.
As for other activities, we've done some hiking. This was a hike into a dead end canyon, about half a mile and several hundred feet of vertical.