Day Four - June 04, 2014

 

This is a photo of the front entrance of The Alamo.  Of course it does

not look like it did in 1836,or in the movies, but we understand

the need to preserve it and show it in a modern

setting for today's tourist.

 

The San Antonio River originates from several springs in downtown

San Antonio, and runs south 240 miles.  The River Walk is a network of walkways, shops, 

hotels, and bars, along the banks of the San Antonio River, one story beneath the streets of

downtown San Antonio.

 

Here is another view of the San Antonio River and the River Walk

in downtown San Antonio.  The River Walk is an important part of the fabric of

downtown San Antonio. 

 

 

Day Four.  All is well.  Overnight in San Antonio.

 

Before moving on to other areas we decided to spend the better part of today doing the things tourists do when they visit this city.  Atop that list was a visit to The Alamo and just after that was a trip to The River Walk for a leisurely lunch break.

 

Temperatures were again in the low 90's, but the humidity was low, and time spent along The River Walk appeared to be at least ten degrees cooler.  No rain today.

 

During our meandering around we met folks from Birmingham, Alabama, Juno, Alaska, and Springfield, Illinois, and other places from parts unknown.  All were tourist, and ranged in age from 81 (Juno) to 46 (Birmingham).  All ages were volunteered, without prompting.  In spite of our somewhat circumspect appearance everyone was very open and friendly.  I guess we are approaching the age (or have reached the age) where we appear harmless.

 

We are staying at the same motel tonight as we stayed last night, which saved the need of packing and loading.  These are tasks to which you become accustomed when travelling by motorcycle. 

 

The desk clerk at the hotel proved to be an unintended source of amusement as we checked in yesterday, and then again today, answering most questions with a familiar Texas "Yup", drawing out the word to almost two syllables.  I couldn't resist asking, "How long have you been in Texas?".  His name, obvious accent, and apparent country of origin belied the possibility of him being native born.  "Ten years." he proudly responded.  "Yup" I replied, I think you are getting it."  He beamed.  Doug and I smiled.  Yup.

 

Our activities today will not extend into the late afternoon as most days do.  Much of the afternoon will be one in rest, relation, and preparing to head out again tomorrow.

 

Another good day.