Made it to Camp Wood before dark. It was very chilly in Del Rio this a.m. with checkout time of 11am, I thought we'd hang around till it warmed a bit. I went into the lobby for a cup. I couldn't help but notice the business center area and spied a young feller on the computer. I knew there was going to be trouble when my wife, deciding to cut to the chase, asked the young man 'just who the hell he thought he was', and 'to stick that printer up his ass'. I still thought we could work around this incident and stay warm a while longer, but about that time a group of Soldiers dressed in fatigues (and boots) came into the lobby to checkout. Well you know we had to get the hell out real quick. This place was a time bomb. I ain't making this up.....tension man. So we headed over toward Lake Amistad. The Tx/Mexico border is about half way across the dam, which is a pretty nice ride. We crossed over the dam into where the road just plays out. There is a very large picnic/playground type area pretty close to the water, but not close enough to call it a beach. We, I suppose because of the temps, had the area all to ourselves. Coming back across we had to stop at the guard and he asked if we had been to Mexico. "Is that Mexico behind us" I asked. "Yes it is" he replied. I had to say "Well we come from back there, and this motorcycle ain't no boat, so...". I asked him for a pen and paper. I drew two arrows pointing different directions. I labeled one arrow NO, and the other YES. I showed him how to position the paper so the arrows corresponded with the road. He quickly realized what a time saver this would be and thanked me, saying he couldn't wait to make copies and have them laminated. He raised his hand as to wave me on but paused and approached me with one more question. ''Did you bring anything back with you" he asked. "Just this woman" I told him as I built rpms. "Good luck to you sir, she's a lucky woman" he hollered just as I let my fingers slip off the clutch and headed to Del Rio. At Del Rio we looked around town some and decided to cross over there to see if the Voyager could squeeze by on those narrow crowded streets. It will, but it cost .50 gate fee. We stopped and had lunch before going on toward Brackettville. At Brackettville we took some pictures of where I believe j. Wayne was born. That Fort Clark is an interesting little community right there in Brackettville. We visited with some folks there and took in some sights. We were told that Fort Clark covers 2730 acres. This fake Alamo deal is 7 or 8 miles out of Brackettville in what they call the Alamo Village. We had to go by there while close. It was .50 to get into that place. From the entrance to the 'Alamo' is a couple of miles on a dusty, loose gravely road. We took more pics there and visited with employees for an hour or so. There were twice the employees as there were customers but we got hot news of an upcoming super improvement to the area financed by the new owner. That Alamo village is part of a 1100 acre ranch and the old gal (94 yrs old) is selling out or has sold out, depending on who you talk to. I told them if the deal didn't go through I knew a ole boy up in n.e. tx. that would be interested. On into Camp Wood for the night. Saw some more dead deer, lots of them, and 1 big ole dead sheep with horns long as a longhorns, if they were uncurled. Tomorrow we'll have the best riding roads of the trip, to include all of Ranch Road 337. We had a good time today looking, talking, and riding, (and eating). ...louie
