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Anne McCue, Del Rio, Judge Roy Bean, Knoxville, Langtry, Pecos River, Pictoglyphs, Seminole Canyon, Texas

After leaving Maryland we stopped at Knoxville Tennessee, a cute little city with good food (Café 4) and exciting music. On our visit we lucked into hearing an amazing Aussie guitarist Anne McCue and the Anne McCue Trio. This link is her singing an original tune from her latest CD and take our word for it the night we heard her, her cover of Jimi’s “Voodoo Child” gave Stevie Ray a run for his money.

Tonight we are camping just outside of Del Rio, Texas, just 8 miles from the Mexico border.

Traveling west on US Highway 90 through the bottom of Texas from San Antonio we’re now on what’s called the Pecos Trail. Nasty, rough and empty where Ed says 98% of the plants will bite you, we drove out to Langtry, home of Judge Roy Bean who looks nothing like Paul Newman. While there is nothing much of Langtry still here the museum is not only on the actual spot that Beans saloon, the Jersey Lilly was, the old saloon is still there!

That’s Marti, not the Judge, but she is still the law west of the Pecos in our home… 🙂

Ed gives some scale to an ols water windmill. These mills were bought as kits and assembled on site.

Ed gives some scale to an old water windmill. These mills were bought as kits and assembled on site.

They have also added a lovely cactus garden on the grounds around the original water wind mill. It is a must visit stop if you are at all enamored of old west legends and folks who are truly bigger than life.

Highway 90 Bridge over the Pecos River

Confluence of the Pecos and Rio Grande Rivers looking south with goats.

Working our way back east on 90 to our RV park we stopped at the bridge over the Pecos River. Don’t know about you but for me the Pecos River is THE western location for anything involving water. Due to an 8 year drought, the last little bit before it joins the Rio Grande it just a trickle but the magic of the spot is still there. You can’t really see them in this photo but there’s a bunch of fat and happy goats down there chowin’ down on the wet grasses.

Just a bit on down the road we stopped at Seminole Canyon State Park where there’s a wonderful campground where we wish we were camped. The canyon is home to extensive and sadly quickly disappearing 4,000 year old cliff shelter pictographs. One can only see these on a guided tour which we did and it was well worth the measly $5 per person.