The Indian God found out I took pictures in the sacred Canyon and brought down the wrath of the ancient peoples on the white man's visitor center.
It's been a windy day today so I haven't done much of anything. I did go up to the visitor center this morning so I could catch some Internet and post on my blog. I also took them a letter to mail for me when the Ranger goes into town this morning.
I use the term "town" loosely because Comstock which is the closest thing that resembles a town close to Seminole Canyon State Park probably could've been considered a town a few decades ago but now it's just barely hanging on to life and most buildings look like there out of business.
Because of the lack of shopping here and on the way to Big Bend national Park, where I'm probably heading next, I plan on taking a trip back to Del Rio late next week and stocking up on supplies at Walmart. This part of Texas is amazingly barren and what little towns there are can't be depended on to have things you need. So a 30 mile trip back to Del Rio and the Walmart there makes more sense than it otherwise would.
I'll re-up for another week here at Seminole Canyon State Park because it's been a nice place to be. Despite its shortcomings like, no Verizon, Limited Internet, and no shopping, it's been peaceful and quiet, fairly inexpensive at $48 a week for a boondocking spot, and the people here have been really nice. And in the end that's getting to be about all I need anymore.
This is the Indians view of their world looking out of the Fate Bell shelter
Some of the largest pictographs, these were 5 or 6 feet high