It was cold and rainy on Sunday so we decided to go for a drive. There is a road a few Kms. South of us that runs along the Rio Grande so we decided to check it out. Not much to see aside from fields of crops and mud. There are irrigation canals everywhere and the fields are laser straight and level to enable irrigation. Aside from that there is virtually nothing so we turned around and headed back to the rig.

There was an information/cake & ice cream meeting at 5 so we went to that to find out what was going on in the coming week. I guess we didn't blend too well because we were spotted as newbies and got called up to tell everyone about ourselves. I will say everyone here is very friendly and we had quite a few Canadians come up to us afterwards to introduce themselves.

There was also a family band playing after the meeting and we stayed to here them. The father/husband used to play with some C&W performer I've never heard of (not surprising as I don't listen to C&W) who played guitar and steel guitar, and the mother was an award winning fiddler. The daughter was 14 and played bass, ukulele and sang. They were pretty talented but their play list could use some "broadening" if you know what I mean.

Monday warmed up a bit but was foggy and a drizzly. Sam went to fitness and I decided to go for a ride. My bike quickly got covered in mud from the tracks left on the shoulder of the road from farm machines coming out of the fields. It was good to get out for a ride but after almost 3 weeks and recovery from a cold my fitness level blows! So, gotta get back at at.

There was a jam session in the afternoon so we headed over to check that out. I brought my guitar with me this year but I wanted to check out this session before showing up and intending to play. Now, a jam session to me is a few people getting together with instruments and trying to play with each other. Very informal. Well, apparently that's not what happens in Texas. There was a 5 piece band on stage and probably 20+ people on the floor with various instruments.

There were 2 microphones set up and people took turns heading up and playing/singing whatever they chose. The stage band apparently played along not knowing what was coming next. They were awesome in their ability to do that. As for the individual performers, well, some were great, some were ok and some thought they were great when they were neither. It was like the original Tiny Talent Time contestants from the 60's all grown up now. I wondered why some had large buckets with them and I was later told that's what they carried their tunes in. I guess some forgot their buckets. Needless to say I made a good choice not bringing my bass as I don't sing and they likely wouldn't know anything that I play because it's not country, western or written before 1970!

On the plus side, I got the TV in the bedroom working so that's a bonus. We can now watch 100 channels of nothin in 2 locations in the rig.