John Martin Reservoir State Park

From: Steve Taylor [mailto:spt@thetaylorcompany.net]
Sent: Saturday, July 11, 2009 7:03 PM
To: Bill Taylor (Bill Taylor); David Taylor (David Taylor); Tom Taylor (Tom Taylor)
Subject: John Martin Reservoir State Park

Morning bird walk: Canada gooseTurkey vultureMississippi kiteAmerican kestrelKilldeerRock pigeonEurasian collared doveMourning doveCommon nighthawkBelted kingfisherWestern kingbirdEastern kingbirdHorned larkNorthern rough winged swallowCliff swallowAmerican robinNorthern mockingbirdLark sparrowNorthern cardinalRed winged blackbirdWestern meadowlarkCommon grackleBrown headed dcowbirdBullock’s orioleHouse finch It was a nice walk.

John Martin Reservoir State Park

Amarillo RV Park bird list; five birds: killdeer, mourning dove, western kingbird, western meadowlark, house sparrow. It’s hard to hold a lot of birds in a gravel and asphalt RV Park. North on Highway 287. After four days to get out of Texas; a three state day. Texas, Oklahoma, and Colorado. We’re back to the high plains; we saw pronghorns and jackrabbits today. January 3, 2004, we passed through Boise City, Oklahoma on our way south in the ‘02 Bounder. We stopped at the Dairy Queen after dark for chili dogs. They volunteered we could spend the night at the back of their parking lot, and we did. We remember that experience fondly, so when we passed through Boise, Idaho at lunchtime today, we couldn’t resist. We stopped for chili dogs for lunch, even though we had the RV Park restaurant specialty dinner last night: Frito Pie. Frito Pie seems to be a southern specialty. If you’re not familiar with Frito Pie, I’ll spare you the description. Just believe “yes”; it’s as bad as it sounds. The chili dogs at Dairy Queen were also as bad as they sound, but somehow an enjoyable experience just the same. Tonight, John Martin Reservoir State Park. Worth a bird walk tomorrow morning. Triple digits again. 970 miles. Tomorrow…. West.

Amarillo

  A nice morning bird walk at Lake Colorado City State Park before we left.  21 birds:  northern bobwhite, turkey vulture, mourning dove, common nighthawk, golden fronted woodpecker, ladderbacked woodpecker, eastern phoebe, western kingbird, scissor tailed flycatcher, cliff swallow, barn swallow, bushtit, cactus wren, northern mockingbird, curve billed thrasher, canyon towhee, black throated sparrow, northern cardinal, great tailed grackle, brown headed cowbird, bullock’s oriole.   Climbing our way up the interstates.  We went a long way north to get to Interstate 10 the first night.  Interstate 20 the second night.  Now we’re at Interstate 40.   A large clean asphalt big-rig park in Amarillo.  Look at the rig next to us.  I paced off the length.   It’s ten feet longer than us.  Diesel, but not a pusher.  A 50 foot puller.   Another warm day; triple digits.   720 miles since Port Aransas.   Tomorrow… North.    

Lake Colorado City State Park

  Wow.  We went outside at 79 degrees this morning.  Brr!  We haven’t been outside below 80 degrees in a month.   Highway 83 North.  Bear left at Eden.  Now we’re 470 miles into this trip.  105 degrees (but it’s a dry heat).  We’ll check for birds later.     I’ve *borrowed* some lines, from one of those multi-forwarded emails that makes the rounds, to describe the paradigm shift travelling from Texas to Colorado.   In Texas, you can rent a movie and buy bait in the same store.  ‘Y’all’ is singular and ‘all y’all’ is plural.  ‘He needed killin” is a valid defense.  Everyone has 2 first names.  Everything is either ‘in yonder,’ ‘over yonder’ or ‘out yonder’ and it’s important to know the difference.
In Colorado, You carry your $3,000 mountain bike atop your $500 car.  You tell your husband to pick up Granola on his way home so he stops at the day care center.  A pass does not involve a football or dating.  The top of your head is bald, but you still have a pony tail.
  Life on the road.

Tomorrow…  North.    

Buckhorn Lake RV Resort

  We’ve done it.  We left the beach.  Now we’re in the hill country.  I updated the google map on the blog (the “where are we now” link).   We’re 250 miles from Port Aransas.  At this rate, in two or three more days, we’ll be out of Texas.   This is not high season here.  It’s 98 degrees.  Not many people left.  Not many birds left either.  Got an evening count of eighteen.  Saw a Chihuahuan Raven.  Haven’t seen one of those lately.  Highlight: green herons.   Tomorrow…. North.