Kathleen here,

Another sunny day in Zapata at Amigo Inn RV and Trailer Park. Our park has recently been sold. We have noticed a few improvements, as the days pass. Each site now has a new picnic table. Showers have been installed at the Western edge of the park. A dog park has been added also at the Western edge of the park. More improvements are on the drawing board, so we all look forward to the next few months.

As it is very hot down here in these parts of Texas, the Winter-Texans won’t begin their trek south until September. Their rigs begin showing up throughout September and November. Some wait until after the holidays and then settle into their spot for the remainder of the season.

It’s always good to see old friends return. Usually a few new campers show up, hoping to find that perfect site. Our winters are very pleasant down here. More moisture comes through, but the rain is needed. Our first time coming to Zapata, when we arrived it was raining pretty hard. I helped George hook our motor home up to the water etc. I couldn’t believe it. The rain was quite warm and felt very nice. We got soaked, but didn’t mind at all. Another plus, is when we take our showers, if it’s late spring, all of summer, and part of fall, there is rarely a need to turn on the hot water, or at least not much of it. The cold water is plenty warm for showering.

Some days, during the dead of winter, it can be cool. The low on those days has been in the 50s, sometimes the temperature has dropped to 40 degrees, but this is rare.

The lake of course is always open. It’s depth changes periodically. During the summer, water is drained to irrigate the crops south of here. The fish still are in the lake and the fishermen who come still know how to find them.

Once in a while, we drive into Mexico to a small lake called Las Blancas. The lake is full of big bass; George loves going there. It’s about an hour and a half from Zapata. One day George took me with, because he found something odd standing on the bank of an island in the lake. I couldn’t believe what I saw. It’s a waddle and dab or mud brick structure, probably built by people who populated the area hundreds of years ago. I got out to investigate. When I stepped into the shallow water, I sank up to my hips in quick sand. I pulled myself out by pulling onto a small tree that was at the water’s edge. George was off fishing and was quite surprised when he came back to get me and found me full of scratches and covered in silty mud. I took pictures. Last time we were there, the water level was high; the structure was covered by several feet of water.

I’ll try to figure out how to attach pictures. I know a blog is better when pictures are included. Have a great day.