Sonora

On March 3, as we headed west on I-10 from San Antonio, we noticed several changes in the terrain. We went from flat flat flat to scattered hills and then small mountains. At one point, we seemed to be in a bowl, with a low mountain ridge circling us. The land also became dryer and dryer, until we crossed the "Stark Creek," which was completely dry and had regular plants growing in its bed. Trees were shorter - we even saw small Live Oak trees with drooping branches like their larger counterparts back east - and then sparser.



While the trees shrank, the speed limit increased!



There were a few stretches with nothing but patchy grass with small herds of goats here and there. Then the land became arid and sandy, with small clumps of trees and cactus, and rocks strewn all about.





The Caverns of Sonora RV Park gave us our first experience of true quiet in our month on the road. When other folks weren't out and about, all we heard were birds and the wind rustling through the trees at our campsite. We arrived at the park about 30 minutes before five other RVs trickled in and were able to snag the only pull-through spot with a picnic table and shade!



Bill toured the caverns, but forgot to take the camera like a dummy. So to see the caverns go to their web site: Caverns of Sonora. The heavy, dank air (91% humidity) caused Karen's asthma to flare, and she went back to the trailer to sit in the sun with Bathing Beauty Barkley.



Several white-tailed deer (smaller and a bit darker than the ones back home in Pennsylvania), in twos and threes, made their way past our campsite, and then several herds went by.



The three of us took a nice long walk before sunset, and we were surprised to see mistletoe in some of the short trees just outside the RV park.



These two lovely residents of the park bid us farewell on the morning of March 4th.