For some unknown reason our fearless leader had us up and driving by 7am. so we pulled in to the first and last campground of the trip by 10am. Last time we were here it was cold and rainy and a few of us got stuck in the mire. Today the temps are pleasant and some of the vegetation is blooming. We crossed the Tropic of Cancer today and returned to spring from the summer we have left behind. Ciudad Victoria could be a pleasant city to visit, but we find ourselves unmotivated and out of gas figuratively, if not literally. People are listlessly cleaning the larger lumps off their rigs and pausing to take a nap.
During our final social hour, we sang along with one of our talented members who had brought his guitar. It felt good just to spend some relaxed time together. Since this is our third caravan, I knew better what to expect about this last day. Traveling together for this length of time, having fun times and having stressful times really brings people together. We start to feel like a big family and it's starting to dawn on us, that this long journey is coming to an end.
We had a farewell dinner in the same restaurant here where we ate our "Welcome to Mexico" meal. The conversation flowed so readily and easily and everyone lingered over that final bite of flan, the dessert that we have been served for almost every dinner in Mexico. Since duty calls soon for some of us, the group will definitely disperse after we return to the US tomorrow. But some of us plan to linger in the Rio Grande Valley for a few days and put ourselves and our rigs back in order, so there may still be some fun times together ahead.