Today was my day to get outside and walk around before spending the next few days inside a hotel at a conference. My plan was to walk the San Antonio River to all 4 Missions. It didn’t look all that far on the map but in reality would’ve been a 20-mile round trip. It was raining when I woke so I waited until it stopped and left about 8, figuring to find breakfast somewhere on the way. I checked the weather before I left: 96% humidity and 40% chance of storms, so I packed my raincoat. Stopped at Tito’s Mexican Restaurant to ask a couple of cyclists sitting outside directions- they were surprised that I aimed to walk to the Mission but gave me good directions to the River Walk- and I went inside eat. When, after about 10 minutes, numerous waitresses had walked past my table without acknowledging me I looked around and realized I was the only non-Hispanic person in the place and thought well ok, fair enough, it is after all a Mexican restaurant, and I’m not a Mexican. So I walked on and found at the entrance to the Riverwalk the Blue Star Arts compound, within which was the Halcyon Bar and Grill, where I had a nice cappucino and breakfast burrito (mixed media). There certainly were artsy folk there, some having beer with their breakfast, some sitting quietly by themselves, a group of young women at their weekly coffee klatch. A man sat down at the table in front of me and made me think of the Duluth Trading catalog, where they mention how their t-shirts and jeans will cover your crack- this man was very large and when he sat I saw most of the crack in his big, hairy butt. Then on to the Riverwalk, pictures below. I went only so far as the first mission, it was so miserably hot and humid. I attempted to rent a bicycle from the rent racks I saw, thinking I’d ride it to all 4 missions, but the darn thing was broken and would not release a bicycle to me. A highlight for which I have no pictures: I went into the church at Mission Concepcion and there was a wedding ceremony going on, with young women in pretty dresses and singers and guitars, and a priest, of course. I took no pictures because it felt disrespectful, but what a fine tradition it seemed, getting married in the old Mission.
Cormorants on the Riverwalk south of town, drying his wings
Lots of sunflowers by the river
Monarda, I think (aka bee balm)
Tradescantia, aka spiderwort
Don’t know this one:
Construction where an old railroad yard used to be
It’s part of the Katy Trail!
Snowy egret and a flat soft-shell turtle
The rail line is still much used
Lone Star Brewery
A demure thistle, I think
Some sort of rose