I went to San Antonio for a weekend in June to do some research for The Other Texas, my somewhat-more-serious Texas History and Culture blogzine. I walked the Paseo Del Rio (which has changed a wee bit since college days), hit El Mercado, visited the Institute For Texan Cultures and the Texas Folklife Festival, stopped by La Villita, visited dear alma mater again, and in general had a fine if low-key time wandering old stomping grounds and wondering why I left. Yes, there were pictures, and yes, I will be posting them soonly. (I’m doing some fairly major computer restructuring at the moment; one of my major photo-processing boxes went croquet.)
Anyway, on my way out of town I stopped by to drive part of the San Antonio Missions Trail (you’ll see more of this later) and while I was wandering around looking at the the old Spanish stone aqueduct that feeds the fields and San Francisco de La Espada Mission, I scrambled up one side of the bank and encountered a nice young couple coming down…. the she of which couple spotted my camera (ALWAYS carry the camera…) and promptly advised that if wanted a nice bed of Indian blankets I should walk just upstream to the second trail (at the big tree) and turn left up the hill…
Okay.