After leaving Louisiana, we had planned to head straight to San Diego, no messing about, do not pass go, do not collect $200. But at the last minute we took a little detour down to Big Bend National Park. We had stayed the previous night with a couchsurfing host in Fredericksburg and were up late chatting about camping and hiking, so we were in the mood for some isolated wilderness.
It’s so nice when you stumble across a place that suits you just right. There are quite a few isolated car camping sites spread throughout the park. We stayed two nights at a couple of really sweet spots out in the middle of nowhere. With beautiful desert landscapes as far as the eye can see and a night sky so dark that the stars really twinkle.
We only had one visitor…
The park gets its name from the big bend in the Rio Grande river. This river also forms the international border, so we took a drive down there to have a peek at Mexico. It was kind of weird being so close to the border, but knowing we wouldn’t be crossing it for another few weeks and a few hundred miles from here.
Mexico on the left, USA on the right. Becci in the middle.
One of the best things about vanlife is waking up with the sun. And after another perfect sunrise breakfast we were ready to tackle the road again.