The continuing saga of a single fulltime RVer who travels the western US. This is part one of my journey, from April 2006, when the blog started, to May 2008, when the blog continues at www.lifeontheopenroad.blogspot.com
I have been a full-time RVer for 17 years, primarily "boondocking," camping free without hookups, in the Western US. I am connected electronically with the world via satellite TV, phone and internet. My batteries are charged solely by solar panels. I welcome your comments and emails.
While we were waiting for the dance rally to start last week, Donna, Tom, Max, Bertie, and I went to San Antonio to see some sights. The Alamo was originally a mission for 70 years in the 1700s, but is most famous for The Battle of the Alamo, which occured March 6, 1836. To read the whole story, click here.
They won't let you take pictures inside the Alamo, (I guess they want to sell postcards), but I managed to sneak a few.
The Riverwalk is near the Alamo, so we walked around there for a while.
This family of ducks with 9 babies did a good job of dodging the boats.
We got a great seat at lunch where we could watch the boats go by and almost collide at this intersection.
I'm in Bandera, TX for the Annual All-Singles Dance Rally. There are 170 single RVers here with me. Wednesday night a lot of us went to the 11th Street Cowboy Bar for their weekly grill-your-own/dance.
This bar is the biggest dance place in town and is known for all the bras hanging around. Apparently, if you leave your bra, they give you a t-shirt.
Four big grills were set up, and the bar sold sides and setups.
Oneta fell on the dance floor a few nights ago and is unable to dance or cut meat for a week, but Bob was ever helpful.
A cowboy came by and asked me if I wanted some "banes," and I was clueless what he meant. Finally I asked him to spell it and he said "Frijoles." Ooooohhh! Beans! I guess he knew I was a tourist. But I'm eating beef, which I haven't had in years, so maybe I AM becoming a Texan!
The sawdust went down and the Lone Star Pickerz band tuned up.
They have a huge dance floor. Donna, how many of these people do you recognize?
One of the band's party took a great picture of Phil and me.
Some of the women in our group got up on stage and provided backup and dancing. The band named them "The Irritations."
Watch the video and you'll be amazed. Remember all of them are in their 60s! I had such a good time, I can't wait to go back next week!
They even have a store! I wonder how much the cowboys are?? Let's go see....
Well, no cowboys for sale, but I did find an appropriate shirt, just in case.
Wait! What's that? Two cowboys, one on a longhorn steer!
I chased him down, and he offered to let me sit on the steer, but I was too chicken.
Later at our afternoon get-together, I got to meet another cowboy from town. I talked to John for quite a while, while my friends were giggling and taking pictures. We talked about how different our lives are. He doesn't even own a car, so his world is very small, limited by how far he can ride his horse.
He offered to let me ride his horse, but I was afraid I'd make a fool of myself. I probably couldn't even get on it!
Well, I didn't kiss the cowboy, but I did kiss the horse!
The Escapee park in Hondo was a perfect place to stop for a few days on the way to the Bandera All-Singles Dance Rally. Everyone was laughing at me for getting hookups, but it was HOT!
Lots of other WINs had the same idea to stop here, so we got together for a pot luck/burn-your-own dinner.
While in Hondo, I bought a new little camera, a Canon Power Shot SD1000. It's only 3 3/8" by 2 1/8", so it fits easily in a little pocket of my purse. I'm still going to use my big camera when I want to take picturesque stuff.
My first picture!
We all went shopping for cowboy duds in preparation for the Dance Rally. See how handy this new camera is?
Bertie needed to test out the danceability of her new boots.