Finally after three months and ten days, we are on the road again. Our first destination was heading to a secluded dip in Texas known as Big Bend National Park. Unfortunately, the trip was not without excitement as we had a tire blowout just south of Ft. Stockton which is a fairly remote area. Mind you we purchased tires in February the day we arrived in Houston so these do not have many miles on them. Thankfully, it was not too hot and Al and my father were able to quickly change the tire so we could get underway.
We stayed just outside of the park in Study Butte. It is a little rough around the edges. One of those towns that look like it has been forgotten. Heck, the RV park even had a small cemetery on the property. But it was a great location being within a mile of the park entrance and the folks were pretty nice.
This place in west Texas where the night skies are as black as the ace of spades and the ancient limestone canyons have been carved by the mighty rivers that flow within its boundaries. It is within the tranquility of the sun-soaked mountains where bears, deer and cougars call home along with hundreds of bird species. The mountain range overlooks the Chihuahuan Desert while bordering Mexico to the south. It’s an unbelievable surprise amongst the flatness of Texas.
Due to COVID-19 restrictions, sections of the park were closed; therefore, limiting our sightseeing options. The first day we visited the Chisos Basin and walked the short Window View Trail which gave us a beautiful look through the mountains onto the desert floor. We returned to this location later that evening in an attempt to catch a gorgeous sunset, but it was too cloudy and God did not bless us with a fantastic show of colors. I coaxed my parents into what I thought would be a fairly easy hike along the Lost Mine Trail. We were only hiking the first mile of the trail, but it was more of a challenge than expected. Nonetheless, my parents were troopers and made it to our turn around point where we could see Mexico from atop the hill.
Window View 
Casa Grande 
Mexico
Day 2 lend us to the opposite side of the park toward the Rio Grande Village but we detoured to the Boquillas Canyon and hiked that 1.25 mile trail to the mouth of the canyon. It was along this trail that we saw archeological remnants of natives that used the rocks to grind their seeds and grains. Locals also leave small tchotchkes on the trail for purchase (mom couldn’t resist)! Al skipped rocks in the river while my father was rock hunting. Mom and I opted to wade into the Rio Grande to cool off before we started on our way back. What a lovely day.
What an adventure you guy’s are having 🙂 so nice.
That’s a trip we could do again. Take a pick-nick down to the river. If we have to we’ll have Al piggy back you. haha Wonder what it would be like to tube down the Rio Grande…………………….Wow!
Loved this! ❤❤❤