Thursday 17 February 2011
From Fort Stockton and their giant plastic roadrunner named Pete we headed southeast toward the juncture of the Pecos River and the Rio Grande. On the way we encountered fog, in some places fairly thick fog. Now keep in mind this is the middle of the Chihuahuan desert! The Pecos River for six miles before it reaches the Rio Grande has dug a gorge several hundred feet deep. When the railroad came through they built the highest bridge in America to cross it. To see picture click here. That bridge is gone now. But nearby is a road bridge, highest in Texas. We crossed it and took pictures.
The border patrol has many trucks that patrol a white dirt side road parallel to the main paved highway. When we passed the border patrol station their flag was at half mast in honor of the agent killed a few days ago in Mexico.
In San Antonio we visited the Museo Alameda. This is a museum dedicated to the Latin influence in San Antonio. Apparently much of the Mexico revolution was plotted in San Antonio. I was impressed by two things. A Mexican artist made flyers with skeleton caricatures of Mexican politicos. He was merciless to many capitalists, but put an actual face on Poncho Villa. I hadn't realized how communist many of the Mexican artists were. The other thing that impressed me was the Mexican films. The were screening their songs which were lively, and beautiful. And after the song was finished they would whoop and whack each other with their sombreros.
BJ's finger is swollen badly from the wasp sting and getting a little scary.
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