Time to move on

We're going to miss being right next door to the Coast Guard base. Every morning at sunup, a bugle sounds Revile, regardless of whether anyone is really up and about. Again, at sundown, the bugle blurts out Taps, just before the bright orange ball dips below the horizon. Unfortunately, the bugle also blasts out Taps at 10 PM as well, regardless of whether the Woman hit the sack at 8 or 7 or whatever hour. Thankfully, the powers that be decided to reward us with a goodbye sunset, not the best we've seen while in SPI, but still well above average. It will give us something to hang onto as we head inland.

We began making our way back toward Vegas by breaking camp at the South Padre Island KOA and hitting the pavement. We started making our way Westward along the Rio Grande, sticking to the US highways the rim the Texas border to the South. On the way we happened to pass through the official hometown of Freddy Fender. Born in San Benito in 1937, he spent his life in South Texas, dying in Corpus Christi in 2006.

Fender was never a huge success, but everyone knows his name. He managed to create many country favorites that eventually became top 10 songs. He even a handful of chart topers, as well as a number one country album. Fender acted in a small number of films, including The Milagro Beanfield War, directed by Robert Redford. While I don’t know for sure, I imagine that one had something with Fender getting a star on Hollywood Boulevard.

Love stumbling on roadside Americana!

Talk to you soon!