The beach was magical, but we were done. On to San Antonio. Still hot, but with internet access and air conditioning.

         That last morning on the beach, Marcus got pinched pretty good by a crab while he was playing in the ocean and you could literally see his spirit plummet. When the kid who is up for anything all the time starts to lose it, you know you've got to move on. As absolutely amazing as camping on the beach was, and it was pretty darn special, we had finally all had enough of it. I think if we would have had any respite from the heat and humidity we would have been okay to stay, but we didn't and so we were not okay. There was only a slight hitch in this plan to move on, being we had no place to go for the next two nights. Thankfully our only requirement was electricity and somewhere marginally closer to Big Bend National Park. 

At lunch time, we drove in to collect our souvenirs from the park gift shop and headed into Corpus Christi for lunch and internet access. After searching for a state park with a lake, we settled on a KOA in the middle of San Antonio. Whatever. It had a pool and electricity. Plus now the Alamo was added to our list of things to see. 

Shortly after making the reservation, we headed back out to the sand castle... uh, I mean camper, hooked her up, and left the beach. Nobody was even a little bit sad. 

Later that night, we pulled into the KOA without major issue, swept sand out of and off of everything we could, watched a movie and slept like dead horses in a far less hot and humid camper. 

San Antonio was a very unplanned stop, but it allowed us the opportunity to do some laundry, cool down, and shortened our very long haul to Big Bend by a couple of hours. It also afforded us the chance to see the Alamo and walk the downtown Riverwalk, which got rave reviews from, well, everyone. 

"Maximum Comfortability"
They had the air on, fans running, the latest season of Fortnite downloading, and every light in the camper on before Jason or I even got in. They kept shouting, "maximum comfortability." As Jason and I predicted, the breaker for the air conditioner flipped due to their extreme levels of comfort. They quickly scaled things back and learned a valuable lesson.  

Unfortunately it was still extremely hot out. And more unfortunate, the Alamo was sold out of free tour tickets. No matter, we waited out the day until evening and marginally cooler temps and headed downtown. If nothing else, we decided we could look at The Alamo from the street. 

Which is exactly what we did. We took in The Alamo like the Griswalds took in the Grand Canyon... "Look kids. Okay, let's go." I did manage to snap one pretty decent picture that made it look like we had an enjoyable time, but it was really for posterity more than anything else. "Boys, remember when we went to The Alamo? No? Sure you do. Here's the picture." 

The Alamo. For posterity's sake.

We then headed to the Riverwalk, which was very cool, until we tried to start walking around. At 5 p.m. on a Saturday. To say that it was congested was an understatement. No planning on our part made for a pretty miserable time in a place that should have been really cool. I think we'd all like to go back sometime on a Wednesday afternoon in February when it's not so hot and crowded. 

With our two hotspots hit, we made our way back to the camper. The next morning we were shoving off for Big Bend. 

Lucas using the air conditioner to cool down his pizza.