Between really lousy weather, Countless contacts with the loan guy at the bank who seems to need more and more stuff while gathering up crap to complete our taxes, And frankly I am bored with talking about life on a Caliche road in South Texas, oh yeah where the winters are milder, you just have to deal with the consequences of the occasional ocean of water that falls on you seemingly every week during the season. Plus we have been trying to make ourselves available for every emergency or short term job that comes around in an effort to stretch out this employment as long as possible as the companies sort things out. My understanding is the more curmudgeonly ilk among us are hard pressed to find work. And Oh yeah, my last computer took a crap.
So last Saturday, the planets came together and we were released on perhaps the nicest day we have had around here for weeks. Ashamed to say, we had never been to the Alamo, although sometimes not more than an hour's drive away.
Though one could argue this place is the reason Texas ever came into existence and provided the rallying cry "Remember the Alamo" allowing the Texians to push the Mexican Army back. I experienced the same humbling reverence I felt while visiting the resting place of the USS Arizona in Oahu. Though things didn't start nor end here, some 200 to 250 "Texians" died in a Battle with somewhere's near 3000 of Santa Ana's troops on March 6, 1836. After repulsing two previous attacks, they were overrun in the third attack. The Mexican soldiers swiftly executed the survivors or those who surrendered. Over 600 Mexican troops died during the battle. Another stroke of luck, we happened to visit during the annual reenactment that had been rained out the week before.
The Alamo is located smack dab in the middle of San Antonio, Downtown. Entrance is free but good luck finding parking under 15.00 for the day.
Tha Alamo chapel itself is not large. Photography is not allowed so folks will have to google images themselves. It now has a roof but gazing at the top of the walls with the small walkway, well, imagination tells the rest of the story. The inside is currently home to a massive display of early flintlock weapons and Bowie Knives or "Arkansas Toothpicks", It's said David Crockett, one of the Commanders secluded himself for a period to settle with his maker before the battle.
The Walls still bear scars of the attack.
Lisa got some folks to smile, well me not so much.
What? I'm a friendly guy and I promise not to mug you.
We also had Dinner on the River Walk. A meandering walk along the San Antonio River lined with many many restaurants. A lot of the prices seemed a little steep with the exception of the Mexican variety, which incidentally is what we went with. Otherwise about every type of food in the spectrum is available. .
I just have not settled on a platform for the Panoramics yet. Yes that is the top of Lisa's head.
Dinner visitor. Tried to get my foot in the pic. He was just a bit skittish.
And Back. Note the Caliche dirt road.
My earliest memories of the Alamo, other than high school History. I must have been five or six when I watched this on old black and white television. It's worth the eight and a half minutes worth.
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