



I was “targeting” a Mexican Bluewing butterfly at the NBC, but had no such luck as few butterflies were flying; a nice Monarch sat still long enough to be photographed, though. Waiting for the sun to warm the place so more butterflies would be around, I sat down at the bird feeding station, and was lucky enough to photograph a male Lesser Goldfinch, a “life bird” for me.
A life bird or life butterfly is one that you’ve seen for the first time.
Al, Sharon, Chuck, Sue, Kay and I had dinner at the RGV’s only German restaurant, Schneider’s. The food was okay, but overpriced. And they charged $1.50 for water, bottled of course. We got back to the resort just in time to attend the season’s last show, Bill Chrastil. His show features a salute to music legends: Elvis Presley, Conway Twitty, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Neil Diamond, Roy Orbison, Buddy Holly, Tom Jones and The Ventures. He was good, and did a great job of singing songs of the legends. He has a decent voice but with a pretty narrow range, and would have sounded great featuring it. [NOTE: This note is being added a few days later as it was a forgotten piece of history—in his show he does the Elvis thing and gives out scarves to a few select women in the audience. Of course Kay got one, and wore it home; it so reeked of cheap cologne that she took it off before entering the RV! It’s still hanging outside 4 days later; yuk.] 
Wow, everyone is really packing the calendar with get-togethers, golf, arts and crafts, cycling, parties, etc. before folks begin pulling out in a week or so for home or their next stop. And, we seem to be right in the middle of it! With high winds again Thursday, Kay and I did a short bicycle ride into Bentsen-Rio Grande State Park next door, stopping along the way to look at birds at the Kiskadee Blind and Eagle Pond.
Ride Time: 29:16Stopped Time: 1:02:16Distance: 4.18 milesAverage: 8.57 mphFastest Speed: 10.09 mphAscent: 525 feetDescent: 384 feetCalories: 288
In the afternoon, Kay made her next to last visit to the hair dresser this season while I soaked in the spa. The “old” joints sure ache a lot after exercise! We played bridge in the evening; we both had decent cards, and are really enjoying playing.
Friday provided a window of opportunity to travel to Mexico to experience the festive atmosphere, shop for a few meds, and eat lunch at Arturo’s. We have been extra cautious about going there this year because of State Department travel advisories, but were told things had calmed considerably. The streets of Progreso are much cleaner than the first time we traveled there in 2008, but there seem to be fewer people, though Kay thought there were more. They now have sales tax in the 15% neighborhood, and fewer people, including Mexican nationals, shop there now. We bought some “over the shelf” antibiotics for emergency use, real Mexican vanilla, flavored peanuts, and Kay bought a cowgirl hat for dancin’. Mexico doesn’t have the same appeal to us as it once did, and with the ever present possibility of border closing, and cartel attacks, there is some trepidation in spending time there. Consequently, we were in and out in just a couple of hours.


After crossing back into the U.S., we drove to Harlingen to pick up the packet for the Jalapeño 100. The bicycle shop was having a sale, and I purchased a couple of the colorful riding tops. We stopped at Costco’s briefly for gasoline, and made it back in time for happy hour at the palapa. Our weekly entertainment was a Canadian singer and songwriter—his name escapes me—who was quite good and personable; the entertainment this year, for the most part, has been better than in the past. Hope the trend continues for next year.
I was scheduled to ride in the Jalapeño 100 in Harlingen Saturday, but the forecast for 15+ mph winds directly in one’s face on the return leg of the ride was too ominous. Consequently, I did not ride, and we had a quiet day and evening, one of the few we’ve had in the last few weeks. Kay did laundry, I prepared sides and baked beans for the annual Circle 3 palapa party, and Kay baked pecan pie muffins for the Canada-Sweden Olympic gold medal hockey game on Sunday.
It sure looks like winter is over here in the Rio Grande Valley. Trees have new leaves, shrubs are blooming, the wind is blowing, and temperatures have warmed to the 80s and even 90s. (Note: Though we don’t typically have frost, trees do lose leaves during an unseasonably cold period, i.e. low 40s for a day or two.) This weather “change” means more outdoor activities and pool and spa time, and allergies! As Kay walked over to exercise at the Activities Center Monday morning, Al and I departed to Harlingen Country Club for golf. Because it was Presidents’ Day, the course was packed, and our 10:10 AM tee time got pushed back to past 11 AM. Consequently, we didn’t finish until after 3 PM. Al had a great game and low score, and I hit the ball well, but missed some fairly short putts—anyway, it was lots of fun despite the 20+ mph winds. We made it back to join the palapa happy hour in progress.
Despite a moderate wind, I rode Tuesday morning, east to Anzulduas Park on the Rio Grande River, and back to the resort. Here’s a photo of the river and lake formed by Anzulduas Dam, and Mexico across the water. Thankfully, I rode into the wind on the first leg of the trip when energy levels were highest; here are ride statistics:
Ride Time: 2:10:58
Stopped Time: 19:57
Distance: 22.11 miles
Average: 10.13 mph
Fastest Speed: 20.11 mph
Ascent: 299 feet
Descent: 341 feet
Calories: 1531
Kay and the “girls” from “Circle 3” in the resort went for a massage, followed by lunch at Country Village Cafe at 10th and Nolana in McAllen. As one can imagine, it is a tough life down here, and though our young minds tell us it is okay, we do try to pack too many activities into our 60+ year-old bodies. Consequently, we both enjoyed the pool and spa in the afternoon, aided by temps in the 80s. Happy hour at the palapa was well attended; this year we have had a full palapa most afternoons, and this differs from previous years. And despite having several new RVs in the circle, and 3 singles (one whose husband is working in Saudi, another who is a recent widower, and the third a recent widow), the well-attended happy hour is reflective of the profound friendships among Winter Texans.
The BPVRV Resort CanAm golf tournament was Wednesday, and it’s a big deal. Folks from both sides dress in national colors, put flags and buntings on their golf carts, etc. As luck would have it, Al and I were in the same foursome, but on opposite sides. Al is the Canadian dress with the top hat and cape. We both played terrible, but had lots of fun. For the $5 entrance fee, we had a Sloppy Joe sandwich lunch, and most people won door prizes—in my case, a sleeve of golf balls. This year the Canadians had the Americans outnumbered. The winner was announced at Margarita Hour later in the afternoon, and the Americans retained the trophy. It sure looks like winter is over here in the Rio Grande Valley.




Nothing was scheduled at all for Friday, Valentines Day. We exchanged cards and enjoyed a lazy morning, after which I sprayed with insect repellent and rode to the National Butterfly Center. There were a few butterflies, but not many. I did see a Pipevine Swallowtail, the first of the year, a few Monarchs, Queens, and others. There were birds feeding at the feeding station, but better photo opportunities had presented themselves at the Kiskadee blind earlier in the month. Back at the RV resort, Kay and I spent a couple of hours at the pool and spa, absorbing the almost forgotten sunshine. With no entertainment scheduled for tonight, we spent a leisurely happy hour at the palapa before retiring to the motorhome for the evening. There are several RVs here equipped to generate their own power, either via solar or wind, or a combination of both. Here’s a photo of a couple RVs so equipped.
I survived only 18+ miles before the wind/tiredness/butt fatigue settled in. 

We had a great day for golf at Cimmaron Country Club in McAllen Monday. While I was golfing, Kay grocery shopped, and prepared enough food to feed an army. We’ll eat well this week, not that we ever don’t eat well. When I returned from golf, Kay was at the pool/spa soaking in the sunshine during an 80° afternoon. I joined her in the spa for a good soak, and we returned to the RV for an early dinner, finishing up the evening playing bridge with Sharon and Al. Though we both got decent hands most of the evening, we never really got them at the same time, and our hands didn’t ever complement one another. Fortunately, neither of us take bridge so seriously that we get upset with bad hands/scores.
Winds Monday night ushered in yet another cold front, and temperatures continued to drop throughout the night; highs on Tuesday were in the low 40s, really cold for the RGV. When combined with the light rain, it was not fit for any outdoor activities. We ended up going to an early movie with Al, Sharon, Chuck, and Sue to see Monuments Men. It was a decent movie with a great story. Afterward we had late lunch/early dinner at Mr. Gatti’s, a pizza buffet. The price was right, and it’s a good place to eat once each winter season. And to complete a busy inclement weather day, we attended a dance at Green Gate Grove RV Resort as guests of Wayne and Bessie Nickerson from Nova Scotia. Jealous Heart, the band that plays at the Riverside Club on Sunday afternoons, played, and the dance floor was packed. Kay says we rocked with our Texas Two Steppin’ and Waltzin’—and along with Wayne and Bessie, we were among the youngest couples there.
Kay committed to substitute bowl Wednesday morning, and with temperatures still in the 40s, I walked to the Bentsen Rio Grande State Park. As I walked to the blind, it became apparent that this was the annual Bicycle and Birding day, with a couple hundred senior cyclists mobilizing for a morning’s ride. Nevertheless, the Kiskadee blind was empty, and upon entering and closing openings left by former observers, I heard growling and snorting from just beyond the feeding area, and a look through the binoculars revealed at least two Javelinas. As I settled in, unpacking the camera and 150-500 mm lens, installing the lens shade, focusing binoculars, and getting the coffee out of the backpack, a Javelina came from beyond where the others were bedded down, and ate bird seed that had fallen from the feeder. It left, and another came to do the same thing. After it left another came and was joined with a fourth. Only one appeared to be a juvenile, but who knows? Prior to the RGV Flood of 2010, there were about a dozen Javelinas in the park and they were unconcerned with humans walking about. However, the flood displaced them, and the “new” ones came over from Mexico, and are quite skittish, running off at the slightest sound or movement. After the Javelinas left, a volunteer came by and filled the empty feeders. It took a few minutes for the birds to appear, and a few came in, though certainly not in the numbers witnessed there the last several weeks. The voices and other noises from all the cyclists proved too much and I left after only a couple of hours. Mr. Gatti’s food caught up with me by the time I arrived back at the RV, necessitating I stay close by! Kay came in after lunch, excited about bowling her best ever, and improving every game. We both attended the short palapa happy hour and she went to the Margarita night party. We spent the rest of the quiet evening watching the Americans falter once again in the Olympic events.




Early to bed, early to rise—2:30 AM was wake-up hour Friday morning! At least the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette and Baxter Bulletin were ready to download and read, and the early hour provided time to continue work on The BOOK, an autobiography with emphasis on fly fishing, and including a section on favorite fly patterns and recipes. A very rough draft of the section on fly patterns and recipes was emailed to John Simank for his use in tying some of the patterns; however, John is an incredible fly tier in his own right, and has created countless patterns which are real “killers”. He has given permission to include these in The BOOK, so more to come. We were off early to Kay’sendodontist, and at 8 AM it was 33°, the coldest temperature we’ve ever seen in the RGV. The root canal took about an hour, and the endodontist believes he saved the tooth—yea! Kay was really impressed with him, his office, etc. At my insistence, she went to bed when we arrived back at the RV, and after the numbness wore off, felt fine, even chewing food on that side of her mouth. We’ll keep our fingers crossed that the tooth’s integrity remains intact for many, many years. I rushed off to the BPVRV Resort Photography Club meeting, and it was packed. Joe, a BPVRV Resort resident and retired photojournalist, gave a presentation on telling a story with photographs. He was very good, and quite demonstrative. The cool, wet weather persisted through the afternoon, and was not fit for bicycling without follow-up washing, drying, and oiling the bike, a chore not being looked forward to. Consequently, I did not ride. Rather, I spent the afternoon downloading Keynote, an Apple application similar to PowerPoint, but not having as much capability. Because of the different keystrokes, file management, etc., it was a bit cumbersome to learn, but what the heck. Our entertainment Friday evening was Doug and Daphne, a duo from Nashville. He played guitar for Barbara Mandrell and she sang backup for the traveling Gaither show. He was the best instrumentalist we’ve seen in the RGV and she was the best vocalist. Together, they put on a great show, and we’ll vote for them as “Duo of the Year.”
Still unseasonably cool, no bicycle ride occurred Saturday morning. Our weather here has been cool then warm, windy then calm, etc., and fitting in a bike ride among other activities and decent weather has proved challenging. That’s not a big problem except for the Jalapeño 100 coming up on February 22; will the legs and butt be in shape? While I waited on warm temperatures for riding, Kay drove to near Progresso to check on a yard sign (which wasn’t ready), then to Costco, and back to the RV. Temperatures didn’t moderate until mid-afternoon, and by then it was too late to ride any significant distance. Happy hour at the palapa was packed as most came out of their RVs after several days of cool/cold weather. Kay watched the Olympics Saturday evening, while I caught up on sleep!
Derby Day at BPVRV Resort was on Sunday. After church, we returned to the RV to read the newspaper, and rest briefly before attending and participating in Derby Day. This is a fun activity, complete with mint juleps, wagers, colorful hats, etc. Kay was an entrant in the first race, after which she donned her Derby hat. I assisted in preparing mint juleps, though I’ve never drunk one (and still haven’t)! If only our kids and grandkids could see us at Derby Day! Oh well, it’s something to do.




We enjoyed another good crowd at the palapa, and Kay again watched the Olympics. (NOTE: I do not watch the JUDGED events in the Olympics because of the political nature of the judging, and the tremendous bias introduced by some countries or bloc of countries, generally disfavoring the US. I believe it is unjust and unfair to the amateur athletes who give up a lot of their youth to train and participate. Just my opinion!) Here are a few photos of Derby Day.
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This journal was begun several years ago, and reflects an accurate record of each day fished. Please enjoy it, and remember that fish are too valuable to be caught just once, and the places they live are too valuable to be mistreated.