Beautiful State Parks!

Last week the bicyclers toured Estero Llano Grande S.P., a lovely little gem on 1015 just before you hit the border for Nuevo Progresso.

It was chock full of water features and birds and alleged alligators.

Donna L. has a lens on her fancy shmancy camera that puts my poor aim & shoot to shame.

Here are a few pictures she liberated from her computer treasure chest. This is a Grebe. No, it's an Anhinga, Anhinga, Anhinga!

Also called a snake bird...you can see why.

The alleged alligator. And...look closely at this pile of leaves.

It's, do I remember correctly, a Night Hawk? Sleeping on the forest floor, guarding her nest.

Yesterday we traveled to Brownsville to visit a brand new state park, Resaca de Palma.

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Drove through the rain.

Questioning Lanny's purpose to lead us hither & yon on a fool's mission.But...he was right (tho it pains me to admit it).

It was a lovely bike ride. The sun came out. It finally warmed up. The scenery was gorgeous.

We didn't see many birds. In fact, I think this was the one and only.But the ride and the company were great.
There was the possibility of seeing snakes.Eeek! There goes one now!Now, lest you shudder, be aware the indigo snake EATS rattlesnakes!

Good boy!It was magical, riding through the woods.

We also became a feast for mosquitoes while posing on an overlook.

But isn't the view worth it?

Magical. I tell 'ya!

Romantic!

We all didn't hold hands.But we could have...very romantic!

One un-named rider (Annie) ran over some scat (poop to all you civilians) that wedged in her gears, spokes, cables, tires....Stinky & GROSS!

Pauline to the rescue.

Pauline used a well known Canadian technique for removing the offending substance. A stick.

After recovering, we adjourned for my favorite part of the day.

Lunch.

But first we had to drive by all the restaurants in Brownsville.

But a good one was picked.

Las Mismas.

No English spoken here, but great food.

We all got a delicious soup.And the food came out pretty fast, was hot and well prepared.Milanesa...kind of a Mexican Chicken fried steak plate. And ...shoot...what did they call this? It was tostados piled high with fixings but called something else. Memory jog, anyone?

And enchiladas stuffed with white Mexican cheese and chicken. Then my plate. The journey to try mollejas whenever possible, continues. This was a good one.

What are mollejas, you query?

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We had a super time. Thanks Lanny & Donna.

Next week it's another great adventure. The McAllen bike route down Col. Rowe, with lunch at New York Pizza.