I must mention that, sometime during the night, a vehicle showed up at the campground. At this point, I'm not sure if other humans nearby are a good thing or a bad thing. I waited to see if they were going to set up camp but
fell asleep before I saw any movement. When morning came, we discovered it was a pickup truck with a couple of bird watchers. I immediately lost interest and went about getting everyone rolling.
Gear stowed, we headed to the camp store for fuel, ice, and much needed laundry. As we washed clothes, we got some junk food for breakfast at the attached store. The clerk seemed downright shocked that anyone had camped there. That should have been a clue for us that we had somehow missed something.
|I could almost see a lion creeping up on me!|
Laundry done, before we bade a fast farewell to Rio Grande Village, I decided to indulge Azoica and walked with her to go see the Rio Grande. We walked about a mile before I called it quits. I've seen it many times before and this was not the time, place, or temperature to go see it. Especially when I know there's mountain lions about and the landscape looked right out of the movie "Ghost and the Darkness"!
|Can you see the Rio Grande? Me neither.|
Once we arrived at the Visitor Center, the ranger there seemed surprised we camped at Rio Grande Village (I'm starting to feel stupid by now) and recommended we take a look at Chisos Basin, 10 miles to the right (west) of the Visitor Center (we camped 20 miles east). I had originally chosen the campground based on laundry availability. Well, we decided to leave the girls at the Center doing Junior Ranger activities and ride the van over to Chisos and take a look.
What a difference 10 miles make! The Basin campground is at a much higher elevation - hence much cooler - and with gorgeous scenery and awesome twisties to ride through. Granted, I would probably hurt myself trying to ride those hairpin turns but they did look awesome. For my safety's sake, it's probably a very good thing we were in the van this time. Next time....
|I knew there was a mountain lion somewhere!!!|
And there were quite a few people camping there, too. No deserted campground here! What makes this infinitely more ironic is that when we stopped in Van Horn the night before Big Bend, a local told us about Chisos and I completely forgot.
Lesson learned: When a local gives you advice, TAKE IT!