Our spirits lifted as we opened our curtains and faced sunshine and blue skies. Everyone in San Antonio must have been at church this Sunday morning and our trip through the final metro area on our route was quick and easy. As we drove the last one hundred miles toward the Rio Grande Valley, it was as if we were in an RV parade. Most of the license plates were from the midwest, although Manitoba has also lost a sizable portion of its population. The sides of the road were lined with what appeared to be police cars. A closer look revealed that they belonged to the border patrol. Tropic Star RV Resort,
the campground which is our final destination for the next month, is about ten miles from the border.
The campground office placed us in the "fruit" section. Our exact location is Banana 11. The streets behind us Cherry and Delicious: in front of us is Apricot. Bet you can pick up a pattern here. We barely had backed in and unhitched when many of our Banana neighbors burst forth from their RV's to welcome us. They assured us that the Bananas are the most fun people in the park. We'll do our best to uphold this high standard once we figure our exactly what it means. When we stayed here last year, we were pretty much left to our own devices. It's too soon to say whether it depends on this particular group of people parked near us or whether this reflects the personality of Tropic Star RV Resort. On the Google Earth photograph our campsite is the orange blob.
Our site is wide and level, but two palm trees are taxing Ken's satellite dish aiming capabilities. We have internet and some of the TV channels, but not others. We'll leave that problem for the morning. There are also many orange and grapefruit trees around us heavy with fruit. Wonder when they'll be ripe and we can help ourselves?