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Come to Monterrey, where you can find all the comforts of home: Pollo Frito Kentucky, Super Sietes, and a looming economic crisis.
Come to Monterrey, where you can find all the comforts of home: Pollo Frito Kentucky, Super Sietes, and a looming economic crisis.
The Rio Grande Valley never had a valley—except in the minds of developers who invented its name.
The view from the Great Freeway: I-35 is two things, the speediest drive from Dallas to the Valley and the clearest division of Texas into West and East.
I’ve long dreamed of driving every highway in Texas. This year I’m doing it—all 32,000 miles worth.
The Chihuahuan Desert is a place of extremes, where the visitor not only observes but participates in the struggle for life and death.
Cradled on the Brazos, this central Texas town yields its pleasures ever so grudgingly.
The son’s ultimate selfishness is to see his father only as his father—not as a man. But on our first fishing trip in 25 years, I began to see my father—and myself—as the grown men we’d become.
In the early journals of pioneers who described the prairie surrounding their new homesteads, the ocean was the most common metaphor—swells of grass set rippling by the wind.
Going to Hot Springs was once a Texas rite of passage steeped in the ways of old sin. Today this Arkansas resort is still worth the trip.
There are bass in Sam Rayburn Reservoir, and the gals were out to hook ’em. And Rhonda Wilcox hoped to hook the biggest one of all.
Alice in Wonderland never discovered a mushroom half as exotic as Texas’ own native fungi.
From luxury class to no-plumbing primitive, the Technicolor tropics of Mexico’s Yucatán Peninsula offer end-of-the-world delights. And it’s practically in our back yard.
Ever worry that your trip overseas could turn into a disaster? We certainly didn’t—until a speeding bakery truck collided with our Italian vacation.
What’s wrong with Mexico is exactly what’s right with it.
Follow that ribbon of highway to discover the breathtaking River Road, a beer-drinking goat, fabulous fajitas, and the ghostly cavalry of Fort Davis—all in the vast vacation resource known as West Texas.
Looking for a sport that offers plenty of cheap thrills and wacky challenges but requires no training, no equipment, and no big bucks? Try miniature golf.
An early castaway described Padre Island as “a wretched, barren sandbank.” It’s better known today as the Gold Coast of Texas, but its identity is still rooted in wildness and age-old solitude.
A photographic study on beating the heat.
My quest for this magnificent silver fish drew me to a lonely stretch of the Texas coast night and day, summer and fall, over and over again.
When the summer heat starts to get to you, cool your heels by plunging into an icy green swimming hole.
My pack trip in Mexico’s Sierra del Carmen wasn't exactly the Gray Line Tour.
As these photographs show, in Mexico the strange is commonplace, and the commonplace, strange.
Okay, so photos of cute kids in fields of bluebonnets aren’t great art. That’s not the point at all.
In darkest South Texas roam two of the world’s most endangered species—the black rhino and the Great White Hunter.
In 1541 Coronado and his troops stumbled upon a huge canyon in the midst of grassy plains and gazed upon it with awe. Journeying down into Palo Duro Canyon on mules 443 years later, I began to understand why.
They told me alligators don’t eat people. But when I found myself face to face with one in a dark East Texas swamp, I hoped they’d told him too.
At a slightly wacky hotel in southern Mexico, you can lose your inhibitions and find a little romance.
Dallas, Scotland: the city that’s everything Big D isn’t.
Hondo Crouch went from being a champion athlete to being the sad clown of Texas’s fun-and-games capital.
You don’t have to go to the country or the zoo to see wild animals; there are lizards in downtown buildings, gators in the creeks, and deer in the parking lots.
In which a group of society ladies samples the thrills and chills of an essentially masculine pastime.
Across the Panhandle stretches a thin red line that divides doughty plains dwellers from Texas’ lesser changed.
In the hidden corners of Texas’ outback—in foresty swamp and shimmering desert—there are a few places that are still primeval.
Meet the ocelot, not as pet, not as fur coat, but in its best role—an elusive remnant of Texas’ wild past.
Discover another side of the Texas coast—its peerless beachcombing, legendary beer joints, odd birds (feathered and otherwise), and lovable year-round scruffiness.
Or, my life as a Texas gardener.
Today’s desperadoes are in the bays of the Texas coast, roping redfish and cursing the Parks and Wildlife Department.
Roy Kendall, self-taught lepidopterist, would want you to add this to the list of reasons for living in Texas: nowhere else in the U.S. are there so many beautiful and unusual butterflies.
The real lowdown on the Lone Star State.
It’s everybody’s favorite reptile, and it’s disappearing from Texas.
A photographic tour of the timeless Rio Grande, from its origins in the mountains of Colorado to the Padre Island dunes at the tip of Texas.
The city boy moved to the country and life was good. And then he bought four pigs.
They’re ugly little things, but you’ve got to respect them.
Fly-fishing is a particularly fastidious way of trying to fool a fish, but it’s also a particularly pleasant one.
From giant freshwater prawns to bikini-clad coeds, from ancient Indian artifacts to swimming pigs, there’s something for everyone on the San Marcos River.
These gifts should activate the wanderlust in any recent graduate.
What’s behind this year’s rampant display of wild flowers? The birds and the bees, of course.
The stake is survival—for either the sheep and goat ranchers of West Texas or the smartest predator of all.
How you can—and why you should—go camping in the middle of the week.
Today’s high-tech camping gear has stolen a march on your old kit bag.