This is an old home near downtown Del Rio. At the moment it's a bed-and-breakfast but in the past it was obviously a very rich person's home. Over the gate it says 1890
It was a beautiful day today and I think it hit 85° by lunch.
I've been here about a month now and in all that time I've seen very very few park rangers. In fact I think I've only seen them twice in the last 30 days. But today while I was outside putting my motorcycle back up on the rack to get ready to travel Friday an unmarked SUV pulled up and in it was the Park Ranger supervisor, the guy that runs the whole operation.
Thinking that he's found out I have completely smashed the two week boondocking rule and he's here to administer some Smokey Bear justice. I knew I only had two options, one was to man up, apologize for overstaying my welcome and explain that I will be leaving Friday morning. Or run into the bushes with my hands in the air screaming please don't shoot!
After he pulled me out of the bushes he assured me he had stopped by just to say hi and see if I enjoyed my stay here, it turns out he was a great guy that had spent his whole life either in military or civilian law enforcement, and we swapped stories for a good half an hour.
Even though he is the only official that I've talked to at this National Park I will go out on a limb and say that if someone like him is the park supervisor the people that work for him must be some first-class individuals that are doing a good job for America