At the beginning of March, Chris and I took Katy on her first camping trip. We camped at Bentsen State Park, a lovely birding park located on the Rio Grande River. We were the only campers in the park, likely because the park is accessible only by foot and the campsites are 3/4 of a mile from the parking lot.
Camping in a natural reserve on an international border makes for an interesting experience. We enjoyed the lovely songs of several bird species as well as the recurring whir of law enforcement helicopters tracking smuggling operations from the air. We saw javelinas on our walk to the bathroom, and we startled Border Patrol agents while hiking a secluded trail near the river. At night, we heard animals dropping debris on the tent as they ate, and we heard muffled voices in the distant brush.
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| At a resaca |
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| Looking across the Rio Grande into Mexico |
Despite our proximity to the border, I was more worried about successfully camping with a walking one-year old than I was about encountering smuggling operations. Camping is littered with hazards, not to mention sleeping challenges. Thankfully, the fistfuls of dirt Katy dumped on her body never contained shards of glass or a scorpion, Katy never tripped near the fire pit, and I somehow managed to put Katy to sleep for naps and at night without a rocking chair or the ability to control temperature, light, and noise levels. This trip definitely redefined my idea of a camping success.
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| Peeking through the bird blind to see a javalina |
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| Building a fire |
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| Tents are fun! |
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| Entertainment |
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| Oodles of cheap entertainment |
1 comment:
OH MY!!! I love her so much!!! I demand another camping trip with me!!!! When, when, when!?
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