Christopher and I were packing. I am not sure who thought it was a good idea to go to San Antonio, TX in mid-July. I had promised him I would take him anywhere he wanted to go in the US. I guess I was feeling kind of guilty about all the time I spent hauling James to bike races all over the southeast and beyond. The Alamo was his quick response. The Alamo. That seemed like such a fitting trip for him. He loved war stuff and there are so many things to do there.
We spent a fair amount of time on the River Taxi. It was so hot - too hot to walk around very much.
We did find one way to cool off. The Buckhorn Exchange, which was our favorite museum, also had an eating area. The best root beer float I think I've ever had.
There were several museums we enjoyed, but the Buckhorn was our favorite. I think Christopher knew the name of every gun in there....and there were bunches. The Texas Ranger Museum was also there. Really cool stuff.
The Alamo was cool, as always. It seems smaller every time I go. The Tower of the Americas was neat, too. We could see all the landmarks from there. Of course, we could see them even better from the helicopter. Yes, the helicopter. I hate heights.
Only for one of my guys would I ride in a helicopter. It was a great trip. Loved spending time with my CBT!
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