No trip to the deep south of Texas would be complete without a cruise on the Rio Grande. So we did that. It was an Escapees trip planned by our friends Greg and Jean (and Kat, far right) from Nebraska or Wisconsin or maybe South Dakota. It’s kind of hard to tell where some of us SKP’s really are from. We get our mail in one state, register our vehicles in another, claim another as home, and of course pay taxes in all of them. We just try to keep it to a minimum by doing all of the above. Anyway we went on the cruise. It was OK, but my opening sentence might be a bit of an exaggeration.
The cruise began and ended at the Riverside Club (left) just a couple of miles from here. It’s a nice place to eat, drink, listen to a little music, or maybe do some dancing. The margaritas are good as is the pork cutlet sandwich. It pretty much covers a good size plate. Kat and I keep intending to get back for a couple more margaritas but we haven’t had any luck yet. I keep getting away from the cruise which in no was is a reflection of the cruise itself. Well, on second thought….. You can see the boat or some of it. Just a boat set up to look at the Rio Grande, not your party boat kind of a thing. If the river looks a little wider than you expected it because of the dams that weren’t there or other locations or other rivers were used to depict the Rio Grande or Rio Bravo as the cowboys, indians, and horse soldiers were chasing each other across the river in the movies. This is now the real thing. Border Patrol helicopters and boats looking for illegals, turtles sunning on logs, the occasional car abandoned half in, half out of the water, a few birds (this is the birding capitol of the world, but that is a story for next year) and a couple of fishermen. I almost forgot the Mexican KOA RV park seen in the picture on the left. There you have it. Not something I ever need to do again, but it was kind of fun. And we met some nice SKP’s, course, nice and SKP’s go together.
The cruise began and ended at the Riverside Club (left) just a couple of miles from here. It’s a nice place to eat, drink, listen to a little music, or maybe do some dancing. The margaritas are good as is the pork cutlet sandwich. It pretty much covers a good size plate. Kat and I keep intending to get back for a couple more margaritas but we haven’t had any luck yet. I keep getting away from the cruise which in no was is a reflection of the cruise itself. Well, on second thought….. You can see the boat or some of it. Just a boat set up to look at the Rio Grande, not your party boat kind of a thing. If the river looks a little wider than you expected it because of the dams that weren’t there or other locations or other rivers were used to depict the Rio Grande or Rio Bravo as the cowboys, indians, and horse soldiers were chasing each other across the river in the movies. This is now the real thing. Border Patrol helicopters and boats looking for illegals, turtles sunning on logs, the occasional car abandoned half in, half out of the water, a few birds (this is the birding capitol of the world, but that is a story for next year) and a couple of fishermen. I almost forgot the Mexican KOA RV park seen in the picture on the left. There you have it. Not something I ever need to do again, but it was kind of fun. And we met some nice SKP’s, course, nice and SKP’s go together.
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