POTTERS CREEK CAMPGROUND, COUSIN DWIGHT, THE RIVERWALK AND YOU JUST CAN'T EAT ONE!

After a short stay in Houston, Texas, we move on to the San Antonio area.  But, prior to our departure, John walks over to the Wal Mart, our home for the night, and  returns with two treats.  One is ice cream for this nice warm, day and the other...............drum roll please ! ! !  ............ is ...................

I am not a huge chip fan, but these Lays, Limon chips are melt in your mouth good with a slight tang of salty lime.  Now what would that remind you of?   

About forty-five minutes north of San Antonio, is our home of choice; Potters Creek Campground at Canyon Lake.  

                                                           Our view from site 44, our home for almost a week, is out of this world -drop-dead gorgeous in any weather picture.                                                                                                                 We experience fog,sun, clouds and every scene is a special gift from God. If we were looking for a place to plant our roots, this would be on the list of finalists.                                                                                                        Canyon Lake is fed by the Guadalupe River. When the sun is shining, it looks at if diamonds are dancing over the surface of the cerulean blue water.   Kayaks, sail boats, fishermen in their boats dot the water.  

All is well at the end of each day.  Some sunsets are stunning, full of fire.                                                         Some are full of light as the sun is working it's way to the horizon.  

                                      Each evening, we give thanks for all our blessings that are as numerous as the beautiful scenes before our eyes.  

Thursday found us traveling north on Interstate 35.  We were to visit with my cousin, Dwight in Austin.  We had many years to catch up on and talk we did.  We saw Dwight's antique Pontiac GTO collection.  Some were restored and some are works in progress. 

Then he showed John his antique and not so antique gun collection.                                                                         Dwight is quite a hunter of deer, elk, duck and whatever else is in season.    

We then went to Z'Tejas, a southwestern grill for happy hour and had some wonderful appetizers as well as a couple of great Margaritas. 

Thanks Dwight for a great afternoon.  

                                                Saturday, the weather was wonderful and we headed into San Antonio.  We enjoyed the Riverwalk, an walk we did-from one end to the other. I was surprised by the waterfall features that were disbursed along the walk.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

 

                                                                                                                                                                                      Often, John needed to stop and catch his breath  but was determined to see it all.                                                                                                                      We stopped to have a Mexican lunch, to rest and watch the Mardi Gras boat parade.  I have the purple, green and gold beads to prove it.  

Later in the afternoon, we left the river walk, and headed to the Alamo.                                                      What a sobering site.  For a long time I just sat on a wall and thought about how men fought and still fight for our land.  

From the Alamo, we walked back along the Riverwalk and on to our car that was three blocks from there.  Whew!  We were both really tired, but not finished with our day.  First, we were off to Fresh Market and then Trader Joe's.  We had lists, immediately made our purchases and were back on 281 and headed toward home.  

At home, we were greeted with a minor problem.  We left the awning out and weighted.  A gust of wind proved more powerful than our weights and the front brace separated and was hanging, limp and looking sad.  Fortunately, the arms were reattached and the awning rolled gently into place. Another lesson learned.

Wow, this was a long post, but I am now caught up.  Thanks for stopping in.  I love your comments and recommendations.   We are now on I 10 heading to Fort Stockton.  I wonder what today will bring.  

God bless you all.