We arrived on the 3rd of July ready for our annual trek to the Frio River and found for the first time that we were the last group to arrive and check-in. Unloading was the easiest ever with plenty of help.
The river was low and the temperatures were HOT - 103 F, 104 F, and feel like temps around 110 to 115 F. But....there was always a breeze.....warm breeze but a breeze none the less.
We were in Cabin 15 and stayed until Saturday the 11th of July. Andrea, Shane, Gabe, and Chase were there when we arrived. Shane had to go back to McKinney on Sunday but we got a hike in up to Old Baldy (or Old Bobby as the boys were calling it) before he had to leave.
Andrea & I made a couple of bike rides up to the main entrance early in the mornings (she made a few without me). Going down that big hill is a blast. Coming back up was torture.
Traditional feedings of Joe McMuffins, Carne Guisada, steaks, and PeaPa's brisket were enjoyed by all and no one ever went hungry. Uncle Larry provided his now famous camping pancake breakfast with blueberries or chocolate chips. Uncle Bobby performed his rib cooking magic again at the river much to Chase's (& everyone else's) delight. Chase loves his 'wibs'.
Even with low water levels we headed for the Frio River everyday going to the Broken Bridge, Rock Beach, at the Pavilion, and even below the dam one morning.
Gabe & Chase both swung off the ropes for the first time at Rock Beach thanks to Uncle Larry and Andrea survived the whole ordeal like a champion Mom.
We only had two campfires because it was so HOT and the two we had were specifically for a quick round of Smores.
Andrea and the boys had to leave on Thursday so the last couple of days were not quite as exciting as the first but we still enjoyed the company of all that were there.
Pray for rain and cabin reservations for next year. We will return.
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