Pictured here is what, at one point, was “Club Rain,” in Del Rio, Texas. I can tell from the signs on the doors that during what I can only imagine was its short-lived existence, it had a dress code and opened at 7 p.m. Sadly for some I’m sure, Club Rain has closed its doors. But when you are bumming your way around the country, there’s no sweeter sight than an empty parking lot with a little bit of shade, not too far from a main highway, but removed enough to keep you from getting hassled by cops. Fortunately I didn't come to Del Rio to find a thriving club scene, but to fish one of Texas’ best bass lakes, Lake Amistad.