How High's the Water, Mama

If you don't know Johnny Cash's music, a lot of my posts probably don't make sense. Anyway that post title is also an old JC song. We are at Medina Lake and the water here is not high. It is not even existent. The entire lake is dried up. We rode our bikes to the bottom. Cows graze on the bottom every day. We have seen a trickle of a little stream, but that's it. There are big homes high on the banks and docks that have fallen I can't guess how many feet down. They are now lying on the bottom of the lake. In the picture of Larry you can see the steps/walkways that went out to the docks. The docks are on the lake bottom.

The tracks are from people driving down into the lake. It is so weird to see.

 

 

 

And the cows.

Apparently there has been a drought in West Texas for five years. I can't believe this is an occurence that they expected. Why, if they knew this happened frequently, would they have built the big dam and all these houses and dried up resort-type services for the lake? Amazing, sad and amazingly sad.


We visited San Antonio and the Riverwalk was nice. It is one of those things that, for us, is good once. It was interesting to see how they had incorporated this area into the city. Tourism is the second biggest industry in San Antonio, after the medical industry, and I am sure the Riverwalk area is the reason.

 

We also went to the Alamo, and I think I finally understand Texas history. It really is unique among the states because of having been a Spanish, then Mexican territory, then an independent country and then part of the US. And if this isn't true, you didn't hear it from me. I said I THINK I finally understand Texas history.

 

 

 

I still need to tell you about the deer in this park and the town of Bandero, a real cowboy town, I guess. At least they said so. And is boot-scooting in my future? No, because the only boots I own are hiking boots. Oh, well.