I brought a tent.
Lathrop State Park for the night. It’s not so hot here. 85 instead of 105.
It’s hot in Central Texas
A hundred degrees.
North through Glen Rose, Granbury, Weatherford, Decatur, and Bowie. West from there through Seymour, Benjamin, Quanah, and Childress.
Backroads and byways, rural roads winding past farm fields and ranchland. Livestock and cattle egrets. The little Mazda3 is no RX-7, but even as a hatchback it’s tight on the road. It doesn’t care about speed advisories on highway corners. A 75mph road with 55mph corners? No problem. That’s just a 75mph road.
Walked in a couple parks.
Mississippi Kite.
Saw a number of new counties today as well.
Yesterday:
Today:
It’s hot here at the edge of the Panhandle too. 108 today.
Driveabout
When we were teenagers, we had walkabouts late at night. No destination, just walking as far as it felt good and returning. Later, we did bike hikes together. Pick a destination and spend the day pedaling there and back. As an adult, Johnny would get in the car for periodic rides. No hurry, no need, just go on an all-day driveabout.
I’ll call this week the Great John B Memorial Driveabout. In his honor, I’m going to drive to Colorado, not in a hurry, attend the celebration of his life in Boulder on Saturday, and drive home. The trip has a destination and a purpose, but I will take my time, see some things along the way, and it will still count as a driveabout.
Tonight, I’m in Lampasas, Texas.
A walk in a park.
Watched a juvenile yellow-crowned night-heron.
Startled Bambi.
Watched a county.
Lampasas.
Inquiring minds want to know
Two pillow cases. They live in the exact same conditions. We never use one without the other. We never wash one without the other. Why is it then, that they are now only approximately the same color? Two different shades.
And the prodigal frog returns.
The pack is complete again.
The little frog
He leaves. He comes back. He’s never gone for long. But now he’s been gone for over twelve hours.
Years ago, in Colorado, we had a cat named Yogi. She was an indoor/outdoor cat and would come and go whenever she wanted. Sometimes she would be gone for days at a time and come home smelling of fireplace smoke. We didn’t have a fireplace.
Perhaps our little frog will come home tomorrow, smelling of smoke.