it was sunny with some clouds and warm with a gentle cool breeze. dunes lined the length of the beach and various birds made their habitat there.
the road terminates at about the middle of the approximately 6 mile long beach. once on the beach, feel free to drive around! - just not on the dunes.
looks like this is a popular place to go fishing.
i drove to the southernmost point of the beach where the mouth of the rio grande river dumps into the gulf. the gulf of mexico is on the left, the rio grande is behind me, mexico is on the right with the lighthouse.
the mexicans in the background were casting their nets to fish. i'm sure i entertained them.
starting to play with my camera...
me at the southernmost point of texas
flat-tired farm equipment. border patrol truck passing in the distance.
so, there's an inspection point as you leave the dead-end boca chica beach area. the patrol officer asked a couple of standard questions. one question in particular made me chuckle inside, which was "where are you coming from?" because it's a dead end road behind me! as much as i understand why they ask it, it still cracked me up. "uhh, the beach?" i replied with my first thought. "why were you there?" i clambered in my mind for a reasonable yet timely and brief response, "uhh, to visit?" then with kind of a mocking tone, he inquired, "[so] you were visiting the beach?" "uhh, yeah...." oh, how i love interesting border patrol station experiences.
should have told him it was a sunny day.
ReplyDeleteshould have told him i was hiding something in my van. now that would have stirred up an adventure really fast.
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