Freeway day
Interstate 10 from Fort Stockton to Junction. A chance for the golden-cheeked warbler at South Llano River State Park. (Missed it.) But Junction, Texas; know what that means? Lum’s barbecue! Yum!
Texas wild.
Given how much fun he’s having in the dirt, he might be related to Jesse!
A Texas nine-banded armadillo!
Wednesday
Back to civilization.
A tank of fuel, a drive north, and we’re at Fort Stockton for the night. Again. And you know what that means; chicken fried steak from the Roadrunner Café! Again. 🙂
Different version of the West Texas Birding Map
In the absence of internet for the last few days except for heroics, I managed to keep my Duolingo Spanish streak alive. Currently at 391 days.
The birding streak is at 276 species. Only 124 birds to go and migration is coming! It’s time to get back to the Valley and start picking off migrants.
Tuesday
Santa Elena Canyon.
That canyon is 1,500 feet deep, and at the bottom as narrow as 60 feet wide!
And old rusty stuff!
An old adobe.
A view of the “Mule Ears”.
Tuff Canyon.
(All that white stuff is leftover ash from volcanic eruptions.)
Chisos Basin.
And a roadrunner.
So tame; I think he wanted a bite of my sandwich.
The morning view
(Monday)
A view of the Rio Grande.
Remains of the Sam Nail Ranch.
And a view of the Chisos.
