tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66272483915210795952024-03-19T03:27:53.191-05:00Camp Across Texas w/ Skip and KayKay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-90351031230302176562009-06-04T00:42:00.011-05:002009-06-04T03:59:30.932-05:00BIG BEND NATIONAL PARK<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"><strong>CAMPING IN BIG BEND</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">THE MOVE TO THE CHISOS BASIN</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"></span></strong></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343346742342416002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHmea0qT07XzD5lJRvae3k0VfOl_0ZpjhP_YDPe74hNQv91jPSixF2a98Dn6DQL4OXP73wruVtzPUywHdZ4Iu1KqfoI9hUrvMOqX7YxK-ItCoavYLnGaKr69oKkTrQk6TEz4TLNNoNIA/s400/Big+Bend0084.JPG" /></p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">After a less than restful night along the banks of the Rio Grande we decided we would leave our trusty ol' camper parked just where it was and head out for parts unknown in the pickup truck.<br /></span><br /><div align="left">Our first order of business was to check out the campground in the Chisos Mountains. That was a good choice. The drive up to the campground was incredibly beautiful...quite an incline at times, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZigBK_V7qtgta4bZPHaNJy15zPRm9gXWLTaLMcFzj0-gGLrzH7NsSAHALtJKUWFalAo-TnUWBSM0m_V9cgky8zuUMAipmZLC3oxVzH-f8Uh7fNub9qx3Z3WvH_jxyRBqUeumgQI7y6Qc/s1600-h/Big+Bend0052.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343385268327713890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZigBK_V7qtgta4bZPHaNJy15zPRm9gXWLTaLMcFzj0-gGLrzH7NsSAHALtJKUWFalAo-TnUWBSM0m_V9cgky8zuUMAipmZLC3oxVzH-f8Uh7fNub9qx3Z3WvH_jxyRBqUeumgQI7y6Qc/s200/Big+Bend0052.JPG" /></a>but absolutely stunning scenery. We were a bit concerned that we would not be able to find a camp site there since all sites are on a first come first serve basis. But, as I have mentioned before, one of the perks o<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6O5NqlP4OPvVi7gS19rw-wfsUy0h3As1btUuPRhTgmWgR7PDNtssgpthG1vmFE33h8hlNNvFZ5nLyTO_7EoAdUJxWfIe3pkqR8l-RWkV3VI6QsD_a0psvuZ9RHtQWvVcKajrX3BrpCSo/s1600-h/Big+Bend0054.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343387162401903010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6O5NqlP4OPvVi7gS19rw-wfsUy0h3As1btUuPRhTgmWgR7PDNtssgpthG1vmFE33h8hlNNvFZ5nLyTO_7EoAdUJxWfIe3pkqR8l-RWkV3VI6QsD_a0psvuZ9RHtQWvVcKajrX3BrpCSo/s200/Big+Bend0054.JPG" /></a>f being a senior is being able to travel when most other people are in school or working. We were traveling in early April and although many people were in the park, it was not crowded. We found a great spot! The minute we saw it we knew we wanted to stay right there. So, in order to make sure the site stayed in our possession, I retrieved my other James Lee Burke novel, my cooler of Diet Cokes, my comfortable camp chair and the dog, parked myself right down under the covered shelter and waved good-bye to Skip as he headed back to the Rio Grande Village to hook up the trusty little Chalet and bring her back to the Chisos Basin. The dog and I were alone there at the campsite for several hours. That's how long it took for Skip to get back to the Rio Grande, hook up and get back to the Basin. It was a wonderful time. I tried to read, but I couldn't take my ey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidT_LMzym2SKe5l4AQUmoOE7sOXhUmscBIYVt4RVP5qwbbqHxl4E82Wnq1vh3o7cbSdo_bScHg50eoGw7LQp5m-3aVx-SredWXpy3lSMCJsmjIwWGrfADxYVqWaGRu3cnss3yyPBWEn30/s1600-h/Big+Bend0089.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343359071117464978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidT_LMzym2SKe5l4AQUmoOE7sOXhUmscBIYVt4RVP5qwbbqHxl4E82Wnq1vh3o7cbSdo_bScHg50eoGw7LQp5m-3aVx-SredWXpy3lSMCJsmjIwWGrfADxYVqWaGRu3cnss3yyPBWEn30/s320/Big+Bend0089.JPG" /></a>es off of the scenery. I saw something new everywhere I looked. The rock formations were alive. Now, my children have often accused me of being on drugs because I see things that no one else sees. But I promise, if you look closely, you can see the same things. I saw an elderly Indian woman climbing the mountain, I saw a great beast of the mountain holding on to his territory for dear life, I saw praying hands, I saw a nativity, and I saw an Indian chief and his wife. I decided they were Peta Nocona and Cynthia Anne Parker on their wedding day. I'll post the pictures. See if you don't agree. These formations were all seen while sitting and looking in one direction from our campsite. It was beautiful.</div><br /><br />"Peta Nocona and Cynthia Ann Parker"<br /><br />See his high cheek bones and deep set eyes, and the strong Indian nose? She is right beside him with a smile on her small mouth, the lace from her wedding veil between her eyes and over the ears, and a small pearl earring in her left ear lobe. You can see it, can't you? Actually, I think her mouth looks a little like Barbara Bush. This is a beautiful carving.<br /><br />"The Nativity"<br /><br />You can see it, can't <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2jYcc60FzqYm8XZSswnpm6cLfDnHEORlBJ3jqL2bxA9U0D4WwdxckZL8evIgWJFhoVz2XbUJ2OBbrb13WwEeH4RBGIIjLOaJVLA658hrtTf_E-jJQJ0aXFAy7r4rcTDgHY9YtqnBiuOw/s1600-h/Big+Bend0091.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343366869999810258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2jYcc60FzqYm8XZSswnpm6cLfDnHEORlBJ3jqL2bxA9U0D4WwdxckZL8evIgWJFhoVz2XbUJ2OBbrb13WwEeH4RBGIIjLOaJVLA658hrtTf_E-jJQJ0aXFAy7r4rcTDgHY9YtqnBiuOw/s320/Big+Bend0091.JPG" /></a>you? The three wise men on the left, a little lamb in the center, and Mary, Joseph and an angel all hovering over the baby Jesus? There's a little lamb there, too. Or maybe it's a puppy. Were there puppies at the Nativity? Should have been.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">"The Praying Hands"</div><br />See how beautifully they are folded in prayer? How long have they been there, lifted up to God in praise? Or, what body lies beneath with only the million year old hands visable? You can see it, can't you? It's amazing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1mmOM187lTIo6o1EWmDPGFtX-XjuSb2jtRXvSK94QCjEBVrcTZz4NBPVnrkiPPxVEqm9nA-cq8oBXi5REgUpCEHDXjnOPR5x1S2bVa0iddik7H0mQSVG4dCTQsS9kF5Giz5phQYjIEk/s1600-h/Big+Bend0092.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343373318210295778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1mmOM187lTIo6o1EWmDPGFtX-XjuSb2jtRXvSK94QCjEBVrcTZz4NBPVnrkiPPxVEqm9nA-cq8oBXi5REgUpCEHDXjnOPR5x1S2bVa0iddik7H0mQSVG4dCTQsS9kF5Giz5phQYjIEk/s320/Big+Bend0092.JPG" /></a> "Indian Maiden Climbing the Mountain"<br />There she is. You can see her can't you? At first I thought it was an old Indian woman climbing the mountain, but on reflection I think it is probably a young Indian maiden being sacrificed to the Gods. She is slowly walking to her destiny and has been frozen there for a million years. She is beautiful. You can see her, can't you? Her long beaded robe flowing down behind?<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343376107448373346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3MN63OgN2CqRJDyeYZH3YSkKfypQDQXpVOsgUkD7AkmstkX4UorbqKBVK8OXcB29KESv4axt6OPQ7RlWvjojeoKSRzFf0uPkgxqoVgSws6Fru51n_mKIzknVTLPYqjA-EQeB3dkApshI/s320/Big+Bend0063.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpj9wtpxQHYKEGWsv3u4N3XwrIAH9IeSaVN0u3nBfWWBpgsWoKIbNo6PWt2zS1cCee5e1MsebnVf77Cwi-bfWWiMrBgfBJLbK8zoeO_TikLjjzQ-dkH_qo5wTIZrx-SPzNKYn4TzQfWZ4/s1600-h/Big+Bend0064.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 331px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343381082066813762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpj9wtpxQHYKEGWsv3u4N3XwrIAH9IeSaVN0u3nBfWWBpgsWoKIbNo6PWt2zS1cCee5e1MsebnVf77Cwi-bfWWiMrBgfBJLbK8zoeO_TikLjjzQ-dkH_qo5wTIZrx-SPzNKYn4TzQfWZ4/s320/Big+Bend0064.JPG" /></a>"The Great Creature of the Mountain"</p><br /><br /><br /><p>Here he is. You can see him, can't you? His knarled paws lying on either side of his long trunk. He has been holding on to his side of the mountain for many years. He's not about to let go now. I think I even heard him rumble from deep within during the night. I assured him I did not want a piece of his mountain. His space was safe with me.</p><p>This was the absolutely perfect place to set up camp, and we made it our home base for three days...definitely not too long. There is so much to see in this beautiful section of our country. I feel a little sorry for the people in the big rigs. They can't set up base here. They can't navigate the steep rises and sharp turns. So, the "Basin" is left for tenters and people like us who travel with little rigs.</p><p>There is also a motel type lodge with 58 rooms and some rustic cabins located in the Chisos Basin. The facility has a nice restaurant and gift shop located within. The Chisos Mountains are a grand place to be.</p>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-28205152212066374582009-06-03T13:59:00.017-05:002009-06-03T20:36:39.290-05:00BIG BEND NATIONAL PARK<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"><strong>CAMPING IN BIG BEND NATIONAL PARK<br /></div></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>THE RIO GRANDE VILLAGE EXPERIENCE<br /></div></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"><strong></strong></span></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343183230010139714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13SAIhn2oI8KuVKt7-icqs8g_OFEAHkoJWI-uBi8TQc18RsiHbV7I8IEwnIjakxa_YIsFA0rJwwOeGz_MF5rK_b_zRIT4INxMGS_rrsKSQOmkSfo0T7JXKi-tFmgiyLBhrFAmWRrV3Hk/s400/Big+Bend0018.JPG" /></p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">The entrance to Big Bend National Park from Hwy 365</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">When last we were together, if you were in the driver's seat you were holding on to the steering wheel and preparing to slow down for the water in the middle of the road ahead. But wait. That's not real water. That's a mirage. If you were riding "shotgun," you were commiserating with Dave Ro<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtf0gw9OkL1ewwdWzZfiGF24mbA30aa6wQgMMX_3wELJWNwdSUDO31BYmI2q83z9BuZmStdIOuc90aJTreMx18K5bK-lnYaqKKPU4pLRcGPXDDcACKychvh-u3nUIQABUP3VMecM_6_OI/s1600-h/Big+Bend0015.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343185475604885426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtf0gw9OkL1ewwdWzZfiGF24mbA30aa6wQgMMX_3wELJWNwdSUDO31BYmI2q83z9BuZmStdIOuc90aJTreMx18K5bK-lnYaqKKPU4pLRcGPXDDcACKychvh-u3nUIQABUP3VMecM_6_OI/s320/Big+Bend0015.JPG" /></a>bicheaux (James Lee Burke's great character) as he sits on his back porch battleing his demons and watching the white sheets of heat lightning flash across the Gulf of Mexico. Then you look up and realize that is not lightning. That's the sunlight, which can do magnificent magic with landscapes, turning the distant mountains into shimmering cities in the sky.<br /></span><br />When we arrived at the entrance to Big Bend, it was late afternoon, the sky was a bit hazy, and the sun was shining at the perfect angle to light up the far away mountains with a beautiful sparkle...only capable by the slanting sun. It did indeed look like we were ab<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkNTTKZUl5bCjFTADyi7TqZMjQtG5vU0VxtfmKlrfOrix3XykBiuV1ESAXPpfbdM-2bQpmVzh1RyY9KY-Wathpg3xMeUk6s3P52yzZJ-ToZwfN57ja58Yc8HUewn37HJzQ41372-ESPtg/s1600-h/Big+Bend0016.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343195436605764674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkNTTKZUl5bCjFTADyi7TqZMjQtG5vU0VxtfmKlrfOrix3XykBiuV1ESAXPpfbdM-2bQpmVzh1RyY9KY-Wathpg3xMeUk6s3P52yzZJ-ToZwfN57ja58Yc8HUewn37HJzQ41372-ESPtg/s320/Big+Bend0016.JPG" /></a>out to enter a magical city in the heavens. I quickly checked to see if Dave Robicheaux had survived his latest bout with crime and his own demons. I thought maybe I was witnessing his new abode. Not to fear. He survived. We never saw the mountains again in that light, but once was enough. It was an absolutely splendid sight.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p>Since it was late afternoon, almost early evening, when we arrived we decided that our best bet to find a camping spot would be Rio Grande Village which is the biggest of the camp grounds in Big Bend. So, after driving for many miles, we continued to drive through Big Bend. Big Bend is Big! We got to the campground early enough to drive around and be able to pick a good site. We discovered that the main part of the campground is in a big, shady common area that had electricity and water and lots of sites for all sizes of campers. It was pretty full. There were spaces available but there were also sites available on the perimeter of the common ground. These spaces were all surrounded by trees and <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343209122174556610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxhXQpuAKv20uhbXpJVLUQhEEX8-pH0HjHye2tH3GOhJjxckXtRHu7HZEpKoK0ac5RDBWEy9Qui4GJEVU-lC3J1QmOApFqbTBvhr-btFsyLpgn0qWkm2EKk2o5GeTL2kYy9mBAltMkAU/s320/Big+Bend0028.JPG" />undergrowth which provided great privacy. Now, Skip and I like our privacy. We don't care to know what our neighbors are talking about, and neither do we like for them to hear our conversations. Therefore, we decided on one of the nice, quiet campsites away from the common area and the other campers. We were the only ones on this quite little stretch of road. Nice. We managed to get hooked up and get some dinner on the picnic table before it got dark. We pulled out the camp chairs and settled in for a nice evening interrupted only by the sounds of a bull frog (from the sounds, a very large bull frog)somewhere close to us across the road. It was pleasant. The bull frog sounded happy. That made me happy. About the time it was getting really dark, a park ranger pulled up for a little visit. He was very nice, welcomed us to Big Bend and offered to be of service if we needed anything. Such hospitality. Then he mentioned that we should be aware that we were located on an international border and as a result should be extremely cautious. He said that it was not uncommon for visitors from south of the border to walk these roads at night and that we should not visit with them, nor should we buy anything from them. Made my night! Skip, who never has trouble sleeping, went to bed shortly after our visit and went sound asleep. I, on the other hand took our big Labrador Retriever who had a really big bark and sat in my camp chair all night long. If anybody passed by me during the middle of the night, I wanted to be aware. Nobody did. Not that I know of anway. When the sun rose the next morning we discovered that the home of the big bull frog was the Rio Grande River...just across the road. We had no idea. We did understand, however, why all of the private campsites were available and the common ground was full.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrOxWG5QE8S3yAW1I8fnnVktHUWdIwf0fPwr4u20wfTLdoA94V18vy93DfOohUpPHnr63MNe74dA5wYH7jKP6AIX7-P-hJnXyydr1ghOTtN32QP3Cv2VD3ZNjS7USqTUxM_eQAcOi46I/s1600-h/Big+Bend0024.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343239229257073234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrOxWG5QE8S3yAW1I8fnnVktHUWdIwf0fPwr4u20wfTLdoA94V18vy93DfOohUpPHnr63MNe74dA5wYH7jKP6AIX7-P-hJnXyydr1ghOTtN32QP3Cv2VD3ZNjS7USqTUxM_eQAcOi46I/s320/Big+Bend0024.JPG" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br />Beauty on the banks of the Rio Grande.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /></p><br />Double click on smaller pictures for viewing in a larger format.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-86579728650645798892009-05-25T01:02:00.010-05:002009-06-03T18:36:37.626-05:00BIG BEND NATIONAL PARK<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;">Camping in Big Bend National Park</span></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Getting There!</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339644249568046338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JDNpOmugVs2Sl55opQr8gju75oavfJJHbguOxO5gQ-pSJBgSRFJcnd3UFpsOw5XJjpS7cfkiesLtKnD-zhp7DQMXki3wrmzKXc8FCk1TMM_rYWtTwUEUPtsNv3GtoVMOrNWeMc0PnzA/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" /></p><br /><p></p><p align="center">Have you ever had the urge to get behind the steering wheel of your car and drive...and drive...and drive? And then, fill up the gas tank and drive...and drive...and drive some more? Do you have a special affinity for the steering wheel? Don't want to let go of it once you become attached? Do you have a desire to finish the latest James Lee Burke novel in just one setting? Well, I have the plan for you! Take a trip to Big Bend. It's a fact, folks. There are miles and miles of not a lot between wherever you are and Big Bend National Park. Not to worry if you <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEgZIcoPGFmJMhvVaW1Gp8v4ccaM4aVj9XbofqMIwVYDdQUfzqf1PyzCAVwd9ipxb56IJ_ZD8bvXr3vK_-hjoa1TtTh13tp-YB8Mm78K7BdXSWUW1SsSSjqcWVwk8wF0zN3Sxzchm8Dg/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339651048758125474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEgZIcoPGFmJMhvVaW1Gp8v4ccaM4aVj9XbofqMIwVYDdQUfzqf1PyzCAVwd9ipxb56IJ_ZD8bvXr3vK_-hjoa1TtTh13tp-YB8Mm78K7BdXSWUW1SsSSjqcWVwk8wF0zN3Sxzchm8Dg/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" /></a>get caught up in that novel and you are afraid you are going to miss something, take me at my word. You won't! There are things to see between here and there, but whatever you see you are going to see again and again and again. You will see the same oil wells slowly pumping up and down, you will see the same telephone poles for miles on end. Occasionally you will go through a small, dusty, nearly deserted community. There may be a place to stop and get something to drink. If you go in the springtime (recommended) you will probably see cacti blooming. That can really be beautiful. You might see a road runner flit across the road in front of you. Oh, look..that big black spot in the road...it's a tarantula! But mostly, if you are driving, you will see mirages in the long stretches of highway that unravel in front of you while you are listening to all of those Willie and Waylon and the Boys CD's you have loaded onto your CD player. If you are in the passenger seat, you are intrigued by the smells and sounds and sights of New Iberia, Louisiana that James Lee Burke is bringing to life in his latest novel. The mystery will be solved by the time you reach your destination! It's not a bad way to travel, it's just a long way away, and the beauty that awaits you at the end of your journey makes it all worthwhile...that is until you start back. There is no more beautiful scenery on the way back than there was on the way out! Now, don't get me wrong. There is a great beauty in all this nothingness that you will never find in the Colorado Rockies or along the rocky coast of Maine. Besides, where would the rattlesnakes and horned toads live if not for this vast and barren land?</p><p align="center">I know that all of you fellow Texans understand how long it takes to get to many places in Texas. Those of you from other parts of this great country (like the Northeast) may have trouble understanding the fact that you can drive across several states where you live during the time it takes to get to just one place in Texas. You might not even know who Willie and Waylon and the boys are. My, my, my...you do need to get acquainted with them if you are going to travel Texas. They will give you the best you can find (except for George Straight) in good old Texas Country Music. Every one of them a born and bred Texas boy... good people to keep you company on your long, long drive to Big Bend.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrV8FOiBZAqzlZ-RN4-aMK_CfXMCNyRpJk2mhFARpvD7XygSYW_sY9ER_Uf_XVfGBk_X9VwhgsZ2jOwNgGLe0MPSTd-FYMEYseX2sdVd3878UiJHzEomOSVZZUYQTC7x7XppsWXMQVy8I/s1600-h/black+%26+white+horse+200.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339782051330885618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrV8FOiBZAqzlZ-RN4-aMK_CfXMCNyRpJk2mhFARpvD7XygSYW_sY9ER_Uf_XVfGBk_X9VwhgsZ2jOwNgGLe0MPSTd-FYMEYseX2sdVd3878UiJHzEomOSVZZUYQTC7x7XppsWXMQVy8I/s320/black+%26+white+horse+200.jpg" /></a><br /><p align="center">I found this beautiful "dalmation" horse to be the favorite thing that I saw on our long journey to Big Bend. He was just standing there by the fence in one of those small, dusty little towns wanting nothing more than for someone to show him a little love. Does he not have a sad, beautiful face? Look at those eyes! Oh, my! He needs a friend.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">Click on pictures for viewing in larger format</p>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-28282004035417190912009-05-11T23:10:00.011-05:002009-05-25T19:31:45.899-05:00POSSUM KINGDOM LAKE #2<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"><strong>POSSUM KINGDOM LAKE CAMPING<br /></div></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAenEA2wi0EpT6G-obCc_qaFJ4pEz7iatwuzFC5GJCB0HpKjJuxBQtSSlfOuoBbI3tyINZajJhRRWH61_G1QVlqvo9ZV4Oe3qGVpMhEKL8v0BaYBbhRkBcBC82wbovT6teHlEbw1pxOA/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334789681479281954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAenEA2wi0EpT6G-obCc_qaFJ4pEz7iatwuzFC5GJCB0HpKjJuxBQtSSlfOuoBbI3tyINZajJhRRWH61_G1QVlqvo9ZV4Oe3qGVpMhEKL8v0BaYBbhRkBcBC82wbovT6teHlEbw1pxOA/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Swimming area at Possum Kingdom State Park</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><em></em>I have been away from my blog for quite some time now...the computer had viruses, I had viruses all at different times. Don't know whether I gave my virus to my trusted friend the computer or if my trusted friend passed the virus on to me; nevertheless, we are now both well and up and running. Hello there Walsenberg!!!!!<br /><br />I have noticed that a number of people who randomly happen upon my blog do so while searching for information about camping at Possum Kingdom State Park. I have done you a disservice. In my only post about Possum Kingdom I was talking about the Great Blue Herons nesting on a small island in the middle of the lake. Since we live on the lake, we seldom take advantage of the wonderful camping facilities at Possum Kingdom State Park. We have been there and if we did not have a home here, it would be one of our favorite places to park the trusty ol' chalet.<br /><br />The park is a beautiful place. It is covered in cedar trees and most of the campsites are well shaded and private. Some have wonderful covered patios with a table in the middle...very nice.<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334794599118253730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbfbskWEVsfaAW9RUkuI1wDrla0zdlap3PZ1rbESGrqtwgE0jJ0FTX7r52QdwXQWlK6BmExBBVccteTK9QQVQsliCiexFbr33Vy6yZTpgdGvS62iuwYBk8SKOVxQBlTvrzbslK5LJfkNo/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Campsite with covered patio</span><br /><br />Other sites are simply lovely places overlooking the lake. Most of the sites are right on the lake and they have primitive camp sites as well. I'm sorry that I don't have a park map so I don't have definite information about how many sites they have and how many have water and electricty. It is a fairly large park and I do know that most, if not all sites do have water and electricty. They also have nice clean restrooms with showers (that's important to me.) There are several cabins available for rent. Not sure, but maybe about ten. They are located near the day use area and the swimming area (no lifeguard on duty.) The day use area is roomy and located near the swimming hole...a great place for a picnic and swimming with the kiddos. Speaking of the younger set, there is lots and lots of space for riding bikes and also, some great hiking trails. Probably should watch out for rattlesnakes <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWi-grxtK-g_EXjif-3HeKtZdpvZvXW90Wh0f9cKx6IJlQvYpZfI7iVK9f31PGabVT2-y0BYxvgXKBGg3QV864sTC_VTlYPs8YZ6MrzSFYgkVLxeJW5slUebMOZuh_cAd6m6RhG__Rcc/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334798579845444130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWi-grxtK-g_EXjif-3HeKtZdpvZvXW90Wh0f9cKx6IJlQvYpZfI7iVK9f31PGabVT2-y0BYxvgXKBGg3QV864sTC_VTlYPs8YZ6MrzSFYgkVLxeJW5slUebMOZuh_cAd6m6RhG__Rcc/s200/DSC_0090.JPG" /></a>during the summer months. There is a small play ground area, nothing too exciting. They do have a basketball goal.<br /><br /><br />When you come to Possum Kingdom bring your boat. If you don't have one, you can rent one at the park or at several marinas around the lake; however, getting to one of the marinas will necessitate some traveling. The park is not near anything by land. But, it will be worth it to have a boat because Possum Kingdom is a really beautiful lake. You will enjoy just slowly cruising around enjoying the scenery and gazing with awe at some of the incredibly gorgeous homes that have been built on this lake. Most are not visible by land, but you can certainly see them from the water. Also, you are going to want that boat for fishing. Possum Kingdom was once known as one of the best fishing lakes in the state. Then a few years ago we had a horrible fish kill caused by Golden Algae. Many thousands of fish were killed. The fishing came to a halt; howev<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhH1-aqFidujz0Nshyqn5aHHx6JfOEv4vfeZ7rN7FSSgZgodj0piyqGHZ5X86_O57p81DQGriJoBkMLJjsBM5COgPneamFRoxILRpcsua58ud3yAfktBAM8yRPrL-lZzNSOaB0uI7zZRw/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334814078150414066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhH1-aqFidujz0Nshyqn5aHHx6JfOEv4vfeZ7rN7FSSgZgodj0piyqGHZ5X86_O57p81DQGriJoBkMLJjsBM5COgPneamFRoxILRpcsua58ud3yAfktBAM8yRPrL-lZzNSOaB0uI7zZRw/s200/DSC_0088.JPG" /></a>er, the lake as been restocked regularly and the fishing is coming back! We had friends up this past week-end (May, 09) and they both caught their limit of stripers and white bass. So, not only will you want to have your boat with you, you will be really angry at yourself if you le<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtLM5WLGr-0gx1jFj3oRI3l4lA9tJgb329tQ6babmj1jIcdUaAtezL5IonFFHobXjwtHy61Vyzca01JD7KZ3CQeMPMzExNRc_uJWLYt7sYqIlNr4SEmgV48_tUscpb0DCQkPEDHK1JpE/s1600-h/DSC07985.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339918669697530658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtLM5WLGr-0gx1jFj3oRI3l4lA9tJgb329tQ6babmj1jIcdUaAtezL5IonFFHobXjwtHy61Vyzca01JD7KZ3CQeMPMzExNRc_uJWLYt7sYqIlNr4SEmgV48_tUscpb0DCQkPEDHK1JpE/s200/DSC07985.jpg" /></a>ave the fishing gear at home. </p><p align="center">Possum Kingdom is a great lake for water sports. It is deep and water sports entusiasts should not be in danger of underwater trees jumping up and grabbing them. Then of course, there is Hell's Gate. This is a landmark of the lake and truly needs to be seen by boat. Hell's Gate is located in a really deep part of the lake near the dam, and many of the extrodinary homes have been built there. This is also a BIG PARTY area during the Fourth of July weekend. Boats hook up to each other and people go from boat to boat for the continuous party. Can be dangerous, especially if alcohol is involved. But, lots of people show up and have a grand old time. The fireworks on the 4th at Hell's Gate are just an added bonus. There is also a fireworks show and huge party at Possum Hollow. This is probably visible from the park since Possum Hollow is just across the lake from the state park. You might just want to show up for their party. If you do, plan to go early and stay late. I'm not sure that your children would enjoy the party, but if you are a young couple (or old like me) you might have a good time. Lots of music, often with a live band, and partying with the fireworks showing up when it gets dark. Great fireworks!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldlwzdPdg9JfPnVTZmsP_JYqcgHKqfc55UcicsPNE4mjdv5-NdxN0fxXhD-fVOwjb6e2gszhOszo3t8W-7jxPNNXQYg-Jk2hP0ngoyyt8uJYnFwBFeDpTrsf-VhpsdXQ6T0wEPRp-_fo/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334819595131407170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldlwzdPdg9JfPnVTZmsP_JYqcgHKqfc55UcicsPNE4mjdv5-NdxN0fxXhD-fVOwjb6e2gszhOszo3t8W-7jxPNNXQYg-Jk2hP0ngoyyt8uJYnFwBFeDpTrsf-VhpsdXQ6T0wEPRp-_fo/s200/DSC_0084.JPG" /></a> Just a short boat ride from the park (but I don't like to be on the lake at night on the 4th.) You could go by car, just head north toward Graham, turn right on FM 1148 and drive until you see "Possum Hollow" or all of the cars. It's a BIG party.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center">To get to the State Park coming from the Ft. Worth-Dallas area or the Abilene area, get on Hwy 180 to Caddo (there's not much at Caddo, but there is a sign telling you that you are there.) Turn north on 3253 (may also be listed as Park Rd 33) and follow the signs to PK Lake. Be sure you bring all of the provisions that you need because you will be a long way from any grocery store or Wal-Mart...probably 40-50 miles from Breckenridge or Graham. There is a park store which has most everything you may have forgotten, but not a lot of choice. The drive is nice. It's isolated and you won't see much except maybe an occasional flock of wild turkeys or a white-tailed deer. </p><br /><br /><p align="center">If you want some really good fried catfish you can leave the park and head north towards Graham. Turn right when you get to FM 1148 and follow it around until you get to a sign that says "Fox Hollow" Turn right there and follow the road to the end where you will find a small restaurant..Fox Hollow. Their food is great and lots of time during the summer months you will need to have a reservation if you don't want to wait 20-30 minutes. The fried fish dinner is scrumptious but usually the fried fish basket is all I can eat. It's good! Then, if you are in the neighborhood on Thursday night you might want to stop at Papa's Wheelhouse for all you can eat ribs. Oh, my! Served with beans and potato salad. They usually have a live band on the week-end nights. You can't go wrong with either place. It's probably 20-30 minutes from the State Park. That<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiScBj8aDDP9PS30EaYKi-gZNeQIaLmc55BtUcDbw5rbm2nDA8EPQZwrGOd6BkRwcUx8Iyy-PCbMlrVRmmmMvXHINFhJ-sLvECTncugSksXwj6uu6mTYpypj3Ecek6SVF0r_QsbAsjXlW8/s1600-h/DSC08162.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339922106413023106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiScBj8aDDP9PS30EaYKi-gZNeQIaLmc55BtUcDbw5rbm2nDA8EPQZwrGOd6BkRwcUx8Iyy-PCbMlrVRmmmMvXHINFhJ-sLvECTncugSksXwj6uu6mTYpypj3Ecek6SVF0r_QsbAsjXlW8/s200/DSC08162.JPG" /></a>'s as close as you're going to find any food that's not cooked over the campfire. Speaking of food ( I do speak of food quite often) on your way to the lake if you have to go through the little town of Strawn...even if you don't have to go, you might want to make a detour...you must stop at "Mary's" The mexican food there is "to die for." The other food is great as well. The chicken fried steak is all you could ever want. It is definitely worth the detour for lunch or dinner. Believe me, people. Well, now I'm hungry. Guess I better go to bed before I raid the 'fridge.</p><p align="center">So, hope this is helpful to all of you who are looking for information on Possum Kingdom Lake camping. Come on down!!! It's a great place to spend some time.<br /><br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEZ2Ege8X6HPyyQ5s-m9xsEUsrlKR0EfNgKElJubBk1s_YgI0DIQnX-P9OEZRyjZBDiiU4oDhzrWpOARS_G22mM_WHWxsf9jZJcTuOiuvJ84YAMUwpnPVLw-2FDR61grdHD2-Wpr0Ezs/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334821552532931778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTPaZaIdVYVZeonwtBUVqJ5Wt7-owsZrwpmqcsGWhwsngsd3coNWF6z14Bb33FahHejS7Bffgz1n8dCoXPQHClde9tY7dQfDIr10U7BJL9dHpjqqkCNZHw318tA5b8irSLQtiAqXbika8/s400/DSC_0110.JPG" /><span style="font-size:85%;"> The mockingbird...state bird of Texas. Lots of these guys around Possum Kingdom</span>.</p>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-75924042329454209182009-03-07T11:00:00.009-06:002009-03-08T22:35:59.619-05:00Inks Lake State Park #4<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"><em><strong>Willow City Loop and Fredericksburg</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"></span></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310495661560126482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UNjToxJ2GsDSMkEGVl4qeuDVT72dkNqv-Bocti3tS-18H-I-eUrMg2gtueMZh_3NoLrw1xS86XC5ZkmsKNPCOSlITJkn-igFo2sITzhJYKwlavc0lMLf_LojeBk-sK_qg7lAQS9uLZw/s400/DSC01444.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"><em> Field of wildflowers on the Willow City Loop just north of Fredericksburg</em></span><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">We folded up camp, got ol' Trusty in travel mode and once more headed for the bluebonnet experience. We took two vehicles because Judy and Bob were headed back to Ft. Worth and we were headed to Montgomery after we left Fredericksburg. Not to worry, we stopped often enough that Judy and I got to discuss everything that we saw. It was just quieter between stops.</span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Our destination was the Willow City Loop. This is a narrow, county road that loops around a beautiful, rural area that is renowned for its wildflower displays. It's a great drive without the wildflowers, but during the springtime it is "car-stopping." The only difficult thing to remember is that you are not the only car on this narrow road especially during the season. On weekends it can be quite crowded; however, we were there in the middle of the week so it was not so difficult to find a place to pull over and take a picture, and that we did. It's not easy to paint a word picture of the Loop. It is just beautiful. There are fields and fields of wildflowers and in the middle of these fields are scatt<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf7OKB5_J2HdABUpTTwL5LAgftciSGt83BdZAPhYOfCm2VwffDnz7n5oFN2gTE_eixXoiTyzPoi9wOzt9I73IefMJhRCuhK0u-5Qj5KpEU6JO0m9kH50UwndBZ1Kfixkl3M1PsVQl3CsY/s1600-h/DSC01400.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310532280307901026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf7OKB5_J2HdABUpTTwL5LAgftciSGt83BdZAPhYOfCm2VwffDnz7n5oFN2gTE_eixXoiTyzPoi9wOzt9I73IefMJhRCuhK0u-5Qj5KpEU6JO0m9kH50UwndBZ1Kfixkl3M1PsVQl3CsY/s200/DSC01400.JPG" border="0" /></a>ered homes where people actually live, bathed in the scented beauty of nature. Cattle and horses graze seemingly oblivious to the beauty that surrounds them. It makes you want to move to the Hill Country.</span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">We spent most of our morning traveling the Willow City Loop. It's not really a long mileage drive, but it is a long stop, sigh and shoot drive. If it's possible, I have way too many pictures of bluebonnets.</span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">We left Willow City and headed south on Hwy 16 to Fredericksburg. What a fun little town. Lots and lots of interesting shops, eating spots,art galleries, bed and breakfasts...its easy to spend an entire day just browsing and without a doubt you're sure to find something that pleases you. Not only is this a jewel for those who enjoy shopping, it is also loaded with Texas history. It is one of the original destinations for German immigrants coming to the United States. It began with 120 immigrants, each of whom received one town lot and ten acres near the town for farming. The farming immigrants were also a devoutly religious people. It was a long trip into town, maybe 20 miles or more with horse and wagon. Most of them who lived on the farms built "Sunday" houses in town for the use of their families on weekends and during religious holidays. Some of those houses still exist in Fredericksburg. They were a hard working people who built a strong, efficient community where their families could thrive. The families of Fredericksburg are still thriving today.</span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">The town which began as an agricultural community has continued in that direction ever since. I think that once you have tasted peaches from this area you will never find another peach that tastes as good. Peaches are the number two cash crop in the county. They are delicious. Besides those wonderful peaches, you will find acres and acres of grape vineyards, and attached to those vineyards you will find wineries...good wineries. We checked out a couple.</span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">We were only able to go to a couple of the wineries because of time constraints...we spent too much time in the tasting rooms! The first winery we visited was the Grape Creek Winery where we tasted as much as we could and left with as many bottles as we tasted. They had some good wines. </span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">The second winery we "taste tested" was the Becker Winery. It really was the prettier of the two. It had a great little gift shop (I'm all about gift shops,) a super bar for tasting all of those wonderful concoctions, and a lovely, covered outside terrace for lounging and drinking. We took advantage of all of these ammenities, as well as a tour of their wine making facilities. Also on the grounds was a beautiful building that can be rented for special events. I thought it would be the perfect place for a family wedding that we had coming up, but she had different plans...oh, well. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioaPB0qC1VCR_vX5eEZEthyVKdHvEATSbNrFoJi22Ipxsppocp0RCTdxiJdNZpbn72__nEpNNra-D9peuhgnXwZvJq6YDc_gKEvhcUySUoqR8woiSKZEzbDk91_AI0pZxVO99bf-Ebr0c/s1600-h/DSC01482.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310556007973921074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioaPB0qC1VCR_vX5eEZEthyVKdHvEATSbNrFoJi22Ipxsppocp0RCTdxiJdNZpbn72__nEpNNra-D9peuhgnXwZvJq6YDc_gKEvhcUySUoqR8woiSKZEzbDk91_AI0pZxVO99bf-Ebr0c/s320/DSC01482.JPG" border="0" /></a>It would have been a lovely site. Adjacent to the winery is a lavender farm. We were there when the lavender was blooming. It was a most fragrant place to be.</span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Probably the most important person at the winery was the bar-tender... a bearded, Gaelic type who kept visitors laughing and tasting and buying. We fell right under his spell and left with more than we did at Grape Creek. I felt a bit guilty. We had promised Scrooge (Bobby) a cheap trip, but then we found the wine and Judy just cannot pass up a pretty wine bottle. Sorry about that, Bob. </span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">We were about to part ways when we spied Wildseed Farms. Now that's a place you have to go. It has a huge wildflower garden plus plants and seeds to buy, a nursery stocked with beautiful plants, and gifts galore. You can spend a lot of time in this one place, and we did. I'm afraid that Bobby went home with much less money than he had planned, but what a delightful few days we had. </span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">If you get a chance to visit Texas in the springtime, do it. You will leave with a smile on your face and if you are not careful, with boxes of wine in your trunk.</span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I understand that the wildflowers this year (2009) may not be as prolific as in the past couple of years because of the extremely dry conditions in central Texas. From what I have read, the best flowers will be to the east and south of Austin. Don't forget there is a Texas Wildflower hotline. You can google to get the number, or call the Texas State Tourism Dept. Enjoy. </span></em></p><p align="center"></p><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310562610392343538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeyWZd7oLXvuU1r6Loq1Jp64ZF2sIchMDEQf7H5_Yx7rGDn8f6Hd0cGW9kkDF6Yr-C-W3HK6AxdY2GRbZuAqsoV0de8txM7JEHK28LBE0qDXVuWECYmdZx0ArvZOfnWILBs_qjenf5jUs/s320/yellowspiked200.jpg" border="0" /></p><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>I know, it's not a bluebonnet. It's pretty though, isn't it?</em></span>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-19736052731067741472009-03-04T23:52:00.008-06:002009-03-08T22:30:58.714-05:00Inks Lake State Park #3<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">The Backroads<br /></span></div></span></em></strong><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2fuTceblXZLmwueoIKDN4n-Z6p4JYv3u5DznV_25D2PF3Cbj_qJHKnkLipblEh0DjUYzsAe4QrZB3lug1Pig8a1I8itplxKO1mmHmAKURUZDf64WUgAN9PNU7vb70OoNa57t7CJj3XSM/s1600-h/cover200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309580634810250130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2fuTceblXZLmwueoIKDN4n-Z6p4JYv3u5DznV_25D2PF3Cbj_qJHKnkLipblEh0DjUYzsAe4QrZB3lug1Pig8a1I8itplxKO1mmHmAKURUZDf64WUgAN9PNU7vb70OoNa57t7CJj3XSM/s400/cover200.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"> <em>Precious "Jesus" donkey standing in the bluebonnets. It's called a "Jesus" donkey because the hair on his back forms a cross.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>It's late, I've been gone all day and I'm tired. Thought I could write, but I can't. My muse is stuck in a bottle and I can't find a corkscrew. Maybe tomorrow.<br /></div></em></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div align="center">I'm not sure, but I think I found the corkscrew.</div><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~</div><div align="center">When I left you, we were leaving Inks Lake State Park, right square in the middle of all those lovely bluebonnets. We were prepared. Judy and I had little journal notebooks and pens so that we could jot down exactly what we saw and where we saw it, and of course there were fresh batteries in the cameras. Since that time I have misplaced that little notebook, but Judy who is our family keeper of everything has it all written down. I know all the general areas that we covered but if I mention anything specific you will know that I have called Judy and gotten the information. I did, however, retain all of my photos. Never lose sight of those important things.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2C2dT49oeA-wDwNwPLr98tWyd41BEqqjb9XTn571iRtB6MpA4-fW3u5OCa-4343AqAyJa-PQ1QwN1caBSKJgP6cXk1xZeI7amf8pEsSEUwN7frIC17yw40nGnY68ZHRpyqAWCA2tPyE/s1600-h/DSC01490.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310337658101900178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2C2dT49oeA-wDwNwPLr98tWyd41BEqqjb9XTn571iRtB6MpA4-fW3u5OCa-4343AqAyJa-PQ1QwN1caBSKJgP6cXk1xZeI7amf8pEsSEUwN7frIC17yw40nGnY68ZHRpyqAWCA2tPyE/s320/DSC01490.JPG" border="0" /></a> We headed sort of north/northwest toward Lake Buchanan and found that every backroad we took was brimming with wildflowers...mainly bluebonnets. I think that 2007 must have been a banner year for the bluebonnets for we were not disappointed at any turn. Bobby was driving and was not used to my command of , "Stop, stop quick!" Therefore, we spent a lot of time backing up, because I found my self issuing that command quite often. He was a great sport and soon was anticipating our stops. He would see a bluebonnet growing inside a discarded old tire and realize that Judy and I would certainly want a picture of that. And so we passed our day driving slowly and stopping all around the Highland Lakes area...Lake Buchanan, Marble Falls, Fuzzy's Corner (Judy has that written down,) Kingsland, and a beautiful area between Longhorn Cavern and Inks Lake. There was no plac<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTc7sEgBGThUa_4gy_2vNzynnR71zNuUO3xawZUfVQ6lYNG4ehNCHbG1WGgTQ4KukVYbroOyUJmsklcfl7T04IRezTqmaoinjIuniH197MJMju0OvSy5ghBWTpEVFiy7Q60z4HE4rjVNc/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310341812266218802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTc7sEgBGThUa_4gy_2vNzynnR71zNuUO3xawZUfVQ6lYNG4ehNCHbG1WGgTQ4KukVYbroOyUJmsklcfl7T04IRezTqmaoinjIuniH197MJMju0OvSy5ghBWTpEVFiy7Q60z4HE4rjVNc/s320/DSC01555.JPG" border="0" /></a>e we turned that wasn't full of beauty. We stopped to take pictures of bluebonnets in front of rocks, in front of old rotted trees, in the middle of cracks in the road, in pastures filled with the reds and yellows and pinks of all the other wildflowers. We stopped at a wonderful roadside park and had our lunch of crackers, cheese, bologna, pickles (Judy's homemade dills,) apples and oranges. We could not have picked a more beautiful dining room. There is never a day more beautiful than one spent with people you love in the middle of one of God's masterpieces. And that's where we were, in the middle of one of God's great watercolors.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">What a great day! Late in the afternoon we headed back to ol' Trusty, our little pop-up who was quitely waiting for us to return to Inks Lake. Tomorrow, we were headed to Fredericksburg by way of the Willow City Loop.</em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310348792621955666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhscDAOoJRXKZ1ZaGsqqy9GOriI_pZVSB7U3V_Kz565-Iv6fv4hCtt5mMcc_ZojyxOGxKfde19TF0WwPdkVxsoIVR94nWBlgW4ma6cQoD3IiEc5WI8mgtZpeP9YSUwe2nwtAyMxWAqcDsI/s400/DSC01376.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;">Kicked back after a long day of starting, stopping and backing up<br /><br /></span><br /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-40788189118399597312009-03-02T14:25:00.014-06:002009-03-08T22:29:51.784-05:00Inks Lake State Park #2<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvz4EnJ8WxlVHMufqMl_owJ6uSbwFx2sqW9n3x0DdaoduqyPgdfikalfSw0BWsT6JFn46A4laqkufHJfD8VruyzMaVS9BpPK7V02Oa0QziYV8N9t6xjBDTAQUl832VCc5hOnUyzKboKU/s1600-h/bluebonnet+%26+tire+2+200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308691366570187730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvz4EnJ8WxlVHMufqMl_owJ6uSbwFx2sqW9n3x0DdaoduqyPgdfikalfSw0BWsT6JFn46A4laqkufHJfD8VruyzMaVS9BpPK7V02Oa0QziYV8N9t6xjBDTAQUl832VCc5hOnUyzKboKU/s400/bluebonnet+%26+tire+2+200.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">With visions of bluebonnets dancing through my mind, I picked up the phone and called my cousin and my best friend, Judy. I told her the plan. Skip and I were getting our trusty little pop-up hooked up and filled with all the neccessities for a wild (flower) weekend. I suggested that she and her husband Scrooge (actually his name is Bob, but we affectionately call him Scrooge because he really hates to get rid of those nickles and dimes,) might want to come along with us. Judy, who also packs a mean camera, was ready as always. It was just a matter of explaining to Scrooge that it really would not be all that expensive. They could </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">share our camper and we would split the cost of food. He finally saw the logic in our presentation and agreed to come along. I'm glad he did. We always have a good time. </span></em><br /><em></em><br />They headed out from Ft. Worth. We headed out from Possum Kingdom Lake, and we met in the little town of Hamilton. Met up, had lunch and headed for Inks Lake State Park. One of the places to be for Bluebonnet season.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW1JVNrXa4nWIN9Kgk3Ji6WXsrGWMW6fjNyGUpyZCvl_fyheJxkCHp2nmSEmRQKmoxP2_9qoPSAQJ1FGcYc3SfTpAh1vJJlLSX7_x5F7fG54Dqg81L_QFH163F7WqRskcOLEEdUG587Bc/s1600-h/albino+bluebonnet200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308696192918067410" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW1JVNrXa4nWIN9Kgk3Ji6WXsrGWMW6fjNyGUpyZCvl_fyheJxkCHp2nmSEmRQKmoxP2_9qoPSAQJ1FGcYc3SfTpAh1vJJlLSX7_x5F7fG54Dqg81L_QFH163F7WqRskcOLEEdUG587Bc/s200/albino+bluebonnet200.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEuHR4x5cSCuPG-BZ4QmK2rYXLgFFhnSyAk8g8fSimOvHluh6wANRMcR_8s450pnJv7_KR1VkmdzjY29QNGKPgA7SMWiJfnAO6Zx76zuTB5n-zNaNiWqktaV103AWmcSFLm875b2afM38/s1600-h/lone+bluebonnet200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308694137105814994" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEuHR4x5cSCuPG-BZ4QmK2rYXLgFFhnSyAk8g8fSimOvHluh6wANRMcR_8s450pnJv7_KR1VkmdzjY29QNGKPgA7SMWiJfnAO6Zx76zuTB5n-zNaNiWqktaV103AWmcSFLm875b2afM38/s200/lone+bluebonnet200.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">We got into the park in the early afternoon, and since we were there in the middle of the week (one of the great perks of being a senior,) we found a great camping site right on the lake and not far from a bathroom. I found that it's extremely important to be close to a bathroom after I took my diuretics by mistake with my evening meds one night when we weren't camped near a bathroom. That was maybe the least enjoyable experience of my camping days! About every hour I would reach over, gently touch Skip and whisper in his ear, "Darling (I made sure to call him darling,) would you like to escort me to the bathroom?" He was a great sport about it all, but since then we have made bathroom nearness a priority.</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Anyway, our camp spot was beautiful and we parked our trusty little pop-up easily under the trees and set up camp. It was a most enjoyable site. It was quiet. Our neighbors couldn't hear our conversati<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbt0Q4b5TqKzipBrHehXtg0QnHN_6_kNe0UaaZ6CViy-Z3GiC1N6ZU1142kd0SGqV9I7U_pAWpV331QlZXM1KR6l6hHjR4_-QGyb6czJOzs6oDGb7ojnF1i58NPeZpNVr2noNCTGcxeTY/s1600-h/DSC01377.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308774362810550162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbt0Q4b5TqKzipBrHehXtg0QnHN_6_kNe0UaaZ6CViy-Z3GiC1N6ZU1142kd0SGqV9I7U_pAWpV331QlZXM1KR6l6hHjR4_-QGyb6czJOzs6oDGb7ojnF1i58NPeZpNVr2noNCTGcxeTY/s200/DSC01377.JPG" border="0" /></a>ons and we couldn't hear theirs. That's a nice thing. The four of us enjoyed a quiet evening talking, playing cards, enjoying a spectacular sunset, and just being happy that we were all together. Then the four of us climbed into old Trusty for lights out and a good night's sleep. I have to admit, Trusty's facilities were a bit snug for four adults and a Big Yellow Lab. We slept on the bed, Judy and Bob slept where the table was supposed to be, and the dog had the floor. Difficult to step around the dog when you got out of bed, and of course there was no privacy. At our age, who needs privacy? We were happy to have a place to sleep. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Morning found us up and ready for the bluebonnets. Now, Inks Lake State Park itself is a lovely place to be, what with its dramatically beautiful pink granite outcroppings and it's Devil's Waterhole swimming destination. It was too cool for swimming while we were there, but during the warm months Devil's Waterhole is full of young people jumping off of ledges and climbing over boulders. Bluebonnets scattered about the park greeted us and invited us to just stay in the park for awhile, but we were in the Hill Country for the big show! And, big show is what we got! </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">We left Inks Lake and headed for the backroads...(next post.)</div><div align="left"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308809527381201346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLRRYyk36gEBfplzJdwbx73HKsNcr_pWOPLM6tj3-HaQw-0puNRtv_AZtvYpUhMzfa4nZdpKRp4YsWmkNuEOZwEZu3k3rssYQzkylabRDwsHRQAz1AVKaPRKMzmYhQcp5LiTayluzTTFk/s400/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;">Sunset over Inks Lake from our campsite<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Important Facts About Inks Lake State Park:</span></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">This is a very popular state park year round and reservations are highly recommended</p><div align="center">There are 137 camp sites with water and electricty.</div><div align="center">Many of these are right on the water.</div><div align="center">Others are in easy walking distance.</div><div align="center">Easily accessible bathrooms/showers</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">There are 50 water only sites</div><div align="center">A number of walk-in sites</div><div align="center">Mini-cabins</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">There are very good hiking and biking trails...some strenuous, some not so strenuous.</div><div align="center">There is a 9 hole golf course.</div><div align="center">There is fishing, swimming, scuba diving, water sports, and lots of wildlife (white-tailed deer, wild turkeys, Osprey, Bald Eagles lizards, etc.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Your best chance to see Bald Eagles is during mid-November until mid-March. The Vanishing Texas River Cruise near Lake Buchanan is the best place to view Bald Eagles.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">It's an easy place to spend some time.<br /></span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW1JVNrXa4nWIN9Kgk3Ji6WXsrGWMW6fjNyGUpyZCvl_fyheJxkCHp2nmSEmRQKmoxP2_9qoPSAQJ1FGcYc3SfTpAh1vJJlLSX7_x5F7fG54Dqg81L_QFH163F7WqRskcOLEEdUG587Bc/s1600-h/albino+bluebonnet200.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW1JVNrXa4nWIN9Kgk3Ji6WXsrGWMW6fjNyGUpyZCvl_fyheJxkCHp2nmSEmRQKmoxP2_9qoPSAQJ1FGcYc3SfTpAh1vJJlLSX7_x5F7fG54Dqg81L_QFH163F7WqRskcOLEEdUG587Bc/s1600-h/albino+bluebonnet200.jpg"></a>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-17831987510399966442009-03-01T18:45:00.007-06:002009-03-02T01:38:54.537-06:00Inks Lake State Park<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">Bluebonnets In Texas<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibGHiC7aw6DcK6bzwHdDegrnckRkwfI0gSkEqVlhPDR1c585ILcDIPkbGjw5_AwPESsjOXiPt97-GQHUiXaTGLL4Jy_upAg3h4IwcBEHAlbCW1h8khMBh9Ej-omP-d9e0sXlaFNQXcjqU/s1600-h/horses+%26+donkey+200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308388753425690386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibGHiC7aw6DcK6bzwHdDegrnckRkwfI0gSkEqVlhPDR1c585ILcDIPkbGjw5_AwPESsjOXiPt97-GQHUiXaTGLL4Jy_upAg3h4IwcBEHAlbCW1h8khMBh9Ej-omP-d9e0sXlaFNQXcjqU/s400/horses+%26+donkey+200.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Field of Bluebonnets near Brenham, Texas</span><br /><br /><br /><em>There is no place more beautiful than Central Texas in the springtime! That's a fact. The highways and byways are loaded with wild flowers. The most prolific and the one that's guaranteed to take your breath away is the bluebonnet. It's the state flower of Texas and it fills up the fields and roadsides so thickly that at times you think you are seeing a lake of blue.</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>You will find bluebonnets all over Texas mid-March until mid-April, maybe early May. The one place where you will find them in more abundance than anywhere else, is the Hill Country of Texas. Could be the hub of the Hill Country is Austin. Whether you are coming or going from Austin, you're almost promised lots of bluebonnets; however, when you get out into the countryside around Austin you will be in for a spectaular experience. </em></div><em></em><br /><em>The Highland Lakes area is just to the northwest of Austin and includes places such as Marble Falls, Burnet, Kingsland and Lake Buchanan. This is picturesque country and usually has lots of bluebonnets.</em><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">The Llano/Fredericksburg area is west/northwest of Austin and is home to some of the most spectacular bluebonnet displays. this area includes Llano, Fredericksburg and Stonewall. The LBJ State Park is located near Stonewall and almost always has a good wildflower display. The wildflowers of Texas were Lady Bird Johnson's passion and she did much to ensure that the Texas highways would be awash with color.</p><p>The Mason County area is northwest of Austin. It's a rural area with many backroads, stone fences and stone houses. They can make for great backdrops for the bluebonnets. This area includes the town of Mason and Fredonia.<br /></p><p>The Washington County and Brazos River area is east of Austin. It includes the towns of Brenham (home of Bluebell Ice Cream,) Chapell Hill, Hemstead and Navasota. The area around Brenham and the Brazos River are often called the best wildflower scenic drives anywhere in Texas.</p>The LaGrange area is southeast of Austin. It includes the towns of Bastrop, Schulenburg, La grange and Fayetteville. South of La Grange in the vicinity of Hwy 77 you will no doubt find some excellent wildflowers. You will also find the "Painted Churches" trail in this area. Beautiful old churches with ceilings and walls painted many years ago by immigrant artists. A beautiful sight to see.<br /><br />Yoakum and DeWitt County is east of San Antonio and April is the best time for viewing wildflowers in that area.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I'm giving you all of this information with the hope that you will gas up your car, hitch up your camper, strap that camera around your neck, and hit the backroads of Texas during the Spring. You're guaranteed to see wildflowers. Of course, the great abundance of flowers depends upon the amount of rain the area has received during the winter months. There is a Wildflower Hotline at the State Capitol. You can get it by contacting the state tourism department. And, right in the middle of all those bluebonnets in the Hill Country sits the charming Inks Lake State Park. More about that tomorrow. It's late. I need my sleep.</div><br /><p align="center"><em></em></p><p align="center"><em></em></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308401504187929682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMc8DcNM4pZu-RJFrpYo0a2pnNVGePtYXPxiZrUzn5nWrvCDyOVMoJBXoErTL1GiWFxkH9qoAHnWwSHu2xImRYkvMrPUsX1-Pjwz8t61bDeJcsmhqtzGDc_rkvGjO7ZuTo0fXx-vtZU6I/s400/bluebell+longhorn+200.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;">Lip-licking, longhorn in field of Bluebonnets near Brenham, Texas</span></em></p>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-7440517258526742742009-02-27T00:56:00.005-06:002009-02-27T01:36:24.527-06:00POSSUM KINGDOM LAKE<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong><em></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArNH5Izu_Rg2EjjJ6AD_EAw_v31066V0O9CdGneDjocMFh960BGFt7hCxRiSQFTmTE7tL4qS7n8Z8H9pPFhNzkoFhhOHyQJDPpOU29anlmsJf49oQb1m80gF-Kk8hX0lyr5FzNY11RWI/s1600-h/greatbluescropped.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307369918402806482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArNH5Izu_Rg2EjjJ6AD_EAw_v31066V0O9CdGneDjocMFh960BGFt7hCxRiSQFTmTE7tL4qS7n8Z8H9pPFhNzkoFhhOHyQJDPpOU29anlmsJf49oQb1m80gF-Kk8hX0lyr5FzNY11RWI/s400/greatbluescropped.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">GREAT BLUE HERONS</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">NESTING</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>We are lucky enough to live on beautiful Possum Kingdom Lake in northwest Texas. Today was a beautiful 88 degree day and we got the boat out of mothballs and took a little cruise. On a small island in a neighboring slough we came upon an incredible sight...hundreds of Great Blue Herons nesting! Literally, there were hundreds of them along with a large number of the beautiful white pelicans. The trees on this tiny island were filled to capacity with nests. The nests were filled with female herons and the sky was filled with male herons making sure we were not getting too close. What an exciting </em><em>find. My pictures were taken from a rocking boat with a "not long enough" lens, but I thought they were special anyway.</em></span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></em></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307375568214750722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvPoNHvFt2Q3mfwCrnhBXIg3BR-fgVxa0c66LUhNVfSd0eomBw83M2kwK4ep-0KVDQLn98DvrQ9DqAQUM7MhHzYMZjheITuaMIiUWvaU6l91gPJuDyQl4oIKwIRVK35LvXCwANiRiHsZ0/s400/greatbluescropped2.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">(Click on pictures for larger view)<br /></span><br /><div align="left"></div></div>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-83159671021168902362009-02-26T01:42:00.010-06:002009-02-26T10:45:54.122-06:00GALVESTON ISLAND STATE PARK<em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrOQyWpCvuuGXIWRse9Kyjk6zzWsMZp6qZzQAd_sj_FSe68wul9cOu_ZWsGceyJO-lZhGeRWwtVH56TLIcQknzeeD_ZTuvjPUbkoeBzHRGSTB82aUxG4pbWhLrUCAY1etUP56O8oswXKg/s1600-h/galveston+coast+clouds200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307010321678241634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrOQyWpCvuuGXIWRse9Kyjk6zzWsMZp6qZzQAd_sj_FSe68wul9cOu_ZWsGceyJO-lZhGeRWwtVH56TLIcQknzeeD_ZTuvjPUbkoeBzHRGSTB82aUxG4pbWhLrUCAY1etUP56O8oswXKg/s400/galveston+coast+clouds200.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">GALVESTON ISLAND STATE PARK</span></em></strong><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I can't leave the Gulf Coast of Texas without remembering the fun times at Galveston Island State Park. It saddens me that as of today the park is still closed because of the devastation of Hurrican Ike. Ike literally wiped away a hugh portion of the city of Galveston and the gulf coast in that region. I know that the citizens of Galveston are doing everything they can do to restore their city, and hopefully the state will find the funding to restore the state park because it was truly a gem and a wonderful place to take children. </span></em></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307013301624774146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUVI4khTLIGl5mI8KE9MpE1YRnp_KNGkn26TjomurndxqE_NZV8temX7sTvM1vMvPa8C6QXB39-D27XMf5tXUOMp_4iOycba7vcjphodswnpz8XiWAfElI6kp2rshM1MzTSzhMiW058gE/s320/DSC02721.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307015630991052946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_MLtpvJmU_Qsx0jyZpBp-u8cbls4IcAmC9qJ_0bUHt4x_8UfMxEZ5BStxJ-A-GXQzmCBRO5HFFuhh2iZYIPSDaSH5jjW_Ylkgx1gGuy_gITfp4t7HuUs63Nkt7shzhaoyHaUsAT5LTc/s320/DSC02651.JPG" border="0" /><br />We traveled to Galveston Island State Park for a long weekend with our daughter Gailey, her husband John and six of our fifteen grandchildren. What a grand time we had...all hot and wet and windblown...but it was worth all of the bottles of sunscreen (we're a fairly light skinned bunch.) The kids played in the surf for hours and hours just falling on the waves and being washed to shore. They fished, they played on their boogie boards, they built sand castles, they hunted shells, some followed me down the beach as I tried to get a picture of a strange bird that kept eluding me. We ate hotdogs and all that other good stuff you get to eat when you are out camping, we played games, we fed the birds, we had a grand old time!<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307029070042082018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUpFN2HWaeuqpECJqKKOipF3efAhYLe9x96WnA7P621Hh7_dBp7KuIgqu81mAYMT7EZwb7-RlZkP-VKZjdvxlvLYbAroDKeLoRK90l48P1vFrm7TueJftYak53wmF2mb3BSKG64OBsCYA/s320/DSC02731.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307021622333264642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ORLoFXnNoK9LTJcSqiB0xMjU74dzDIv-mea9W6tON6BcQszNAc0uY0VQ26R1lHtjyHm9zVAMgl2gLulj1D3nESB0FccMDM0FZOwPqYaJ4o0v_8zc0NaN1P6pDD6oyil2CJuLg_83EBA/s320/DSC02749.JPG" border="0" /> We took our trusty little pop-up camper and the kids took their tents. We had side by side sites. Each site had a wonderful shelter, so we had plenty of room to spread out. The beach was just a short dune away from our sites and the sound of the waves easily lulled us to sleep after a fun, busy day in the sun...except for one night. The second night we were there the rains came and they were not alone. They brought their frisky friend the wind with them. I'm talking WIND! Not much sleeping that night. Those in the tent were busy trying to hold it down and those of us in the camper were just hoping that the wind would not be strong enough to toss us over. We all emerged the next morning dry but a little less rested than if we had just been listening to the gentle lapping of the waves. </p><p>At the time we were there, the state park had 149 camping sites with picnic shelters and water and electricty on the gulf side of the park. Not all sites were immediately on the water, but all were within a very short distance. The beach was extremely clean and much less populated than the beach along the seawall in Galveston. There were restroom/showers scattered all about the camping area, but there were no trees, thus no shade! Across the road from the gulf side campsites there were twenty campsites and ten shelters all with electricty and water. These were situated on a small lake and adjacent to a number of hiking and birding trails.<br /></p><p>All in all, it was a clean, fun park and a great way to spend a long week-end. Hopefully they will be able to have it up and running again soon. If so, it's a super place to spend some quality time with your family.</p><br /><p>It was a fun-filled, short, long week-end!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307019820230752850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6h6hpmu9JXbC_DCdzgTr5DR9nCeoFFm2x9Ch3hodMZLwv4iHFpDPAyw59Ffqvzwa_nENMoRPzxLrMeHbFa4gRuc3NrmBbFE_IYuqfD640SiuS0_LEa0s1wygn8aYaBYBFkKMPhGA8a8/s320/DSC02764.JPG" border="0" /></p>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-35318097905887094602009-02-23T16:10:00.009-06:002009-02-23T20:38:06.170-06:00GOOSE ISLAND #3<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><strong>Matagorda, Texas</strong></span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306120538233653602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghbw1K2k7xpDX656T0Tm6T8Ps7tstH1pkTCCgK86sQio4n0yNl5k7Lx1qsPq44lX1uS6N9FYeljW4Y8fzdhAZV4U5rWS_VB399oCc1X45hdXccmdkHuSO8I9LO1b7NUnYOYjugW8wzHyI/s320/goose+island0087.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">Leaving Goose Island</span></em></p><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"></span></em></p><br /><p align="left"><em>I've been away from the computer for a few days, following the call of grandchildren. Now, I am here to finish up Goose Island and move on to other interesting places. I want to apologize to my one faithful reader from Walsenberg, Co. for not having anything new for you to read. I haven't a clue who you are, but I do appreciate the fact that you are making an effort to follow my ramblings. I smile when I see that you have shown up on my blog. </em></p><br /><p align="left"><em>The last morning at Goose Island was slow and peaceful. We delayed as long as possible before we had to start getting old "Trusty" in travel mode. But, grandchildren were calling and we had places to go and people to see before we could head home.</em></p><br /><p align="left"><em>We pulled out of Goose Island State Park and headed toward Houston. I had been reading about the history of Matagorda and since we were in the general vicinity I thought we should go there. It wasn't a lengthy detour, and it was well worth the few extra hours that it took to get to our final destination.</em></p><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUKZ5-1AJo-3LwgcnAvOEjl9XUpneK5ARKSULFy5EUYRXG2on1p4YV1MyEvzgHwpNeTQS_n_JsGwcazsFkqtZ13qRtKfMUfP60RCxLE53ZwmCbRg2URLeTbW7EHusYVxR9L8Tj_8LTSo8/s1600-h/great+blue+heron+up+close+200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306129606291641170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUKZ5-1AJo-3LwgcnAvOEjl9XUpneK5ARKSULFy5EUYRXG2on1p4YV1MyEvzgHwpNeTQS_n_JsGwcazsFkqtZ13qRtKfMUfP60RCxLE53ZwmCbRg2URLeTbW7EHusYVxR9L8Tj_8LTSo8/s320/great+blue+heron+up+close+200.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"><strong>Great Blue Heron beside road leading to Matagorda Beach</strong></span></p><br /><p align="left"><em>Matagorda is a small, coastal town packed full of Texas history that dates all the way back to the time of French explorer La Salle who sailed into Matagorda Bay in 1685. One of his four ships was grabbed by pirates and another sank. LaSalle was left with just two ships and a number of would-be settlers. One ship was sent back to France with many of the original passengers. That left him with just one ship and that last ship, the La Belle, sank in Matagorda Bay. LaSalle took a few men and went in search of help and supplies and was eventually murdered by his own men. The remainder of his small party who stayed behind on the coast were killed by the Karankawa Indians. The Karankawa were unusually tall (some say at least seven feet tall) nomadic indians who moved along the Texas coastal regions. They were heavily tattoed on their naked bodies and had their lips and nipples pierced with long pieces of sharpened wood . They smeared their bodies with alligator fat to protect themselves from insects and practiced cannibalism. Such was the fate of the few of the Lasalle party who stayed behind.</em></p><br /><p align="left"><em>More than 300 years later, the LaBelle was discovered seven miles off shore in just twelve feet of water. What a find! The recovery of the ship was covered by PBS's Nova. It was remarkably well preserved by the Matagorda Bay silt and many of it's artifacts are in museums in small towns along the Texas coast. The museum in Matagorda has one of the ships ornate bronze cannons. </em></p><br /><p align="left"><em></em><em>Matagorda was one of Stephen F. Austin's three original colonies and was at one time the third largest city in Texas, with a population of around 1,500. It was named the seat of the county government, and Austin had great hope for this city with it's great location on the Gulf of Mexico; however, repeated hurricanes and tropical storms continued to lash at the town and destroy what had been built. So, in 1984 residents of Matagorda County voted to move the county seat to Bay City just north of Matagorda. Today, it is a community of about 600-1000 residents that serves as a getaway for fishermen and people with weekend homes on the road that leads to the beautiful Matagorda County Beach.</em></p><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkObZjvbqokZ1P4Fj9KZn-h4WpBkPbcJimcLoQr5w-z5pnraWrpYBHRxjOTl92d6gIE6sq-t-3TJBOCunDgYZ8CqYw5b6G82CKUzLLIi2Hq124NH9ke8LxFp1cROIMLPimn0EojfDX84/s1600-h/goose+island0070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306148598055320050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkObZjvbqokZ1P4Fj9KZn-h4WpBkPbcJimcLoQr5w-z5pnraWrpYBHRxjOTl92d6gIE6sq-t-3TJBOCunDgYZ8CqYw5b6G82CKUzLLIi2Hq124NH9ke8LxFp1cROIMLPimn0EojfDX84/s200/goose+island0070.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4F_sN5L4bnLsfEWVzfmoZMTzQ4Hbg65YuMI_1Nu8TOTmkSdUENnNCuFRJCtiYFrnrkIDPZvLXnrdwcrM2vel4mOHPj_aUZy8taAS4HQIYnS2GBpE6pVm2o9Q8kTXfiEpCRn9Y6_46Owc/s1600-h/goose+island0072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306150184200146818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4F_sN5L4bnLsfEWVzfmoZMTzQ4Hbg65YuMI_1Nu8TOTmkSdUENnNCuFRJCtiYFrnrkIDPZvLXnrdwcrM2vel4mOHPj_aUZy8taAS4HQIYnS2GBpE6pVm2o9Q8kTXfiEpCRn9Y6_46Owc/s200/goose+island0072.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p>The road from Matagorda to the beach ends in a beautiful park that has just recently been constructed. The park houses a nice, spacious welcome center, shelters for picnics and clean bathrooms. The beach itself is beautiful, clean and uncluttered. There are very few beach house on the beach itself which makes the beach more special. Actually, most of the "beach houses" are located along the road to the beach along the Colorado River. The Colorado River empties into the gulf right here in Matagorda and is a haven for fishermen. Most all of the houses along the Colorado have lighted piers on the river so you can play on the beach (which is just minutes away) all day and fish all night. Many of the houses are available as rentals. Now, that's just heaven on earth!</p><br /><p>My plan is to rent a couple or three of those houses for a family vacation. I think it would be the perfect place to take young children and teenagers, especially those who love to fish (and I have more than a few). We could even use old "Trusty" because camping is allowed on the beach. (That may just be tent camping, gotta check on that.) Sounds like a plan to me. Gotta start saving my quarters!</p><br /><p>Matagorda County is also one of the greatest places in all of North America for birding. It consistently rates #1 in the National Audubon Society's Christmas bird count. I'm thinking there's lots to do in Matagorda that I haven't done. Gotta get back down there.</p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306186391686453986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSZefcaT96QiOmWYaCG77d1mza3w1U0Q3D2OmyFF56eWZUTKr_1BEPrLGo5UeI_Uucdgf5DxrgZf1ECk_TThwZnj27KXVVPMo1Zerx8cXdtsGICxa7x5-IqJE4XOAeXe4RRJpHzuYOTFQ/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" />Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-8376162228022664122009-02-17T23:33:00.019-06:002009-02-20T14:50:02.536-06:00GOOSE ISLAND STATE PARK #2<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ROCKPORT & PALACIOS, TEXAS</span></span></span></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"></span></em></div><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304008725118283090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluA6G4pPA3lG4mAJNPvOgQkK-t32vRvMA3bX8PEfBduLGauB9fFp7vFV_VNC_mHgvkgmLRPdSz0lTEXKM-D0xAm8vT5cM2mTLZAsVbL_wNxxr7UswF60KK0s7wHb_wzvCMewSvH9yNFQ/s400/goose+island0061.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Shrimp Boats in Port at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Palacios</span></span></p><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="left">We only had a few days to spend at Goose Island, so the first day we ended up going into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Rockport</span>. Goose Island is just in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Rockport</span>. Now, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Rockport</span> is a pretty little coastal town. If you need to shop,you will find all your grocery stores and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Wal</span>-Mart and service stations...pretty much anything you might need for your camping experience. It also has a number of souvenir shops (my downfall). I love to shop for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">souvenirs. </span>I'm especially crazy about buying coffee cups from all the places that we go. I just like it. I have a thing about cups. However, I can never buy the first cup that I see. I have to look at all the cups in all the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">souvenir</span> shops and decide which one I like best. Then I have to remember where I saw the one that I like best. That takes a little while and can fill up a good portion of a day. So, that is how we spent a goodly portion of our first day away from Goose Island. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Rockport</span> does have a lovely park right on the Gulf of Mexico where you can relax and watch all of the beautiful birds. They also have several nice restaurants if you're tired of eating hot dogs. We chose to have dinner at a nice restaurant called, "Latitude". The food was good-not spectacular, but very good as well as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">pricey</span>. It was a nice place. Glad we went there. After dinner we headed back out to Goose Island and enjoyed the quiet, the sounds of the Gulf Coast, and the campfire. What more can you ask? That's the best part about camping.</p><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIAd7DtLHWDRdXTO1NWzBdUuO6UGYryEEomvZ0-Q9s7xgsFP0grHA7kVBcWFqqlYnrwmrK6qzHKMbLNNYTePtP7q2zd4fpk2OvhYL7ibtRqRLXYtm07PNQxVKAE4Z8zmS4zJYn5d-kXk/s1600-h/goose+island0120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304016725621893714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIAd7DtLHWDRdXTO1NWzBdUuO6UGYryEEomvZ0-Q9s7xgsFP0grHA7kVBcWFqqlYnrwmrK6qzHKMbLNNYTePtP7q2zd4fpk2OvhYL7ibtRqRLXYtm07PNQxVKAE4Z8zmS4zJYn5d-kXk/s200/goose+island0120.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeuM9NXJr23i1J_fglqsg2coqUGAViZq0iIOZ1EUzfxC2Mhi37B0RojxAkpgukoJ5ulKsDvp5sRdVoookbM3Al2ZaNS-qeTtIMw8mL9z48dkWOJNQCQrGjgeBnOc888cVXl7w3KLhZf8/s1600-h/goose+island0118.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304017918263298738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeuM9NXJr23i1J_fglqsg2coqUGAViZq0iIOZ1EUzfxC2Mhi37B0RojxAkpgukoJ5ulKsDvp5sRdVoookbM3Al2ZaNS-qeTtIMw8mL9z48dkWOJNQCQrGjgeBnOc888cVXl7w3KLhZf8/s200/goose+island0118.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;">Sandhill Cranes just outside of Palacios</span></p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;">Double-crested cormorant perched on shrimp boat<br /></span><p align="left"></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"></span></p><p align="center">My mind has deserted me. I will finish this tomorrow. See you later. </p><p align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~</p><p align="center">My mind has been summoned. It is rebelling, but I do believe that it is retrieveable!</p><p align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~</p><p align="left">The day after our Rockport sojourn, we decided to head the other direction toward the little community of Palacios (pronounced Pa-lay-shus). That's Texan for the Spanish pronounciation of Pa-la-ci-os. It was not a bad drive. You have to understand that driving along coastal backroads in Texas does not open up vistas of great beauty. You get your reward when you get to your destination and the vast Gulf Of Mexico opens up before your eyes. There you have the sight, the sounds,the smells and the feel of beauty that can never be equaled in the interior. I love the water. </p><p align="left">Just before we entered the town of Palacios, we were treated to a wonderful sight (remember I have now become a bird lover!) But, whether or not you have a heightened interest in birds or not, you would have welcomed this sight. There was a massive flock of Sand Cranes in a field to our right. We stopped and just looked for ten or fifteen minutes. I don't know, maybe longer. Anyway, they were mezmerizing....great number of them! I'm not good with numbers, but there had be be at least 1,000 of them...well, maybe 75-100. It looked like a 1,000! And when they all took off at the same time, that was truly an incredible sight.</p><p align="left">After leaving the Sand Cranes behind we drove on around and into Palacios and there we were greeted by<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcx-PiuH1dGfDLZuyIKvwigX-EpxW7oaYorpSFzJNX9JRta_6jpCMpPhBb6RcHRlw85RtzCTQg1RDbvZ0nz1Hy9JJGnLUq8UJc7e3k-rsHVs9xOGWSXuOsv_8MdtKyNBLiZiM45Nfmr70/s1600-h/goose+island0060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304602994694915762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcx-PiuH1dGfDLZuyIKvwigX-EpxW7oaYorpSFzJNX9JRta_6jpCMpPhBb6RcHRlw85RtzCTQg1RDbvZ0nz1Hy9JJGnLUq8UJc7e3k-rsHVs9xOGWSXuOsv_8MdtKyNBLiZiM45Nfmr70/s200/goose+island0060.JPG" border="0" /></a> shrimp boats. They were coming, and going,and docked...there were a bu<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsVS94EKWkqI9Xq_MiaIZ1RIn3BGPZMu9axW09bdz5kgdHWincg6rRwF-Weoz0GuBaP7qIa5mgAq_Cdpc8ihcRYFLUdFQ0LxpV4DiUYAptY6bUVzbTPZB9y7q5YW156sBKkkc2LM3Bmg/s1600-h/goose+island0057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304608869692960978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsVS94EKWkqI9Xq_MiaIZ1RIn3BGPZMu9axW09bdz5kgdHWincg6rRwF-Weoz0GuBaP7qIa5mgAq_Cdpc8ihcRYFLUdFQ0LxpV4DiUYAptY6bUVzbTPZB9y7q5YW156sBKkkc2LM3Bmg/s200/goose+island0057.JPG" border="0" /></a>nch of them,maybe a 1,000..well, maybe 75-100. Anyway, there were a bunch of them, and in their own way they were also a beautiful sight with their colors and names and sounds and smells. Palacios is called the "Shrimp Capital", and it's port is home to one of the largest shrimping fleets on the entire Gulf Coast. You can only imagine the number of birds that follow those boats! It's a beautiful scene.</p><br /><p align="left">Palacious is a clean, pretty little coastal town, and probably the best part of the entire place is a quaint little restaurant called "The Outrigger". They serve some GOOD food. And guess what, they get their shrimp straight from the boats who are in dock just a stone's throw away. I'm trying to say that their shrimp is FRESH. Not only that, but they know how to fix that shrimp in a number of different ways. That's not all they serve, but who cares? If you happen into Palacious you definitely need to eat here. Besides, you might meet some interesting characters. The Outrigger is where all the locals hang out.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304613625209278354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm7C6GT7JqSwUd0RUPOq_gwO9O3Yo1JP7krRm1ujsRjc3kEHOZSkaa5i2fXF9ZxAw-n7iciqa_ggJXrrgbSVROf0jdmf2Jv2OX5XASja2eUmkWLldAz05FRq3yKdtAKfKeGtAbwf7cYX8/s320/goose+island0080.JPG" border="0" />After meandering in and out along the Gulf Coast of Texas between Palacious and Rockport, we finally ended back at Goose Island State Park. What a lovely place to collapse. We leashed the dog and walked along the water and out onto the pier and just throughly enjoyed the fact that we were alive. Then, back to the trusty little camper where we relaxed with a great cup of coffee (what's better around an outside fire than a good ol' cup of coffee?) After counting a few stars and listening to someone gently playing the guitar at a camp site not far from us, it was time to fall asleep and think about heading home tomorrow. Camping is a delightful way to spend your senior years. </p><p>***An Imortant Note About This Area:</p><p>Adjacent to the Goose Island State Park you will find the magnificent Aransas National Wildlife Refuge. Here you will find any number of wild birds at different times of the year as well as javalina, deer, bobcats, alligators, all sorts of wild and wonderful things. But, MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL, you will find the nearly extinct Whooping Crane. This is one of only two places in the entire WORLD where these birds are found in the wild. The flock nests in Wood Buffalo National Park in the Northwest Territories of Canada. There, in the spring and summer, they build their nests and mate (for life). They then migrate to their wintering grounds in Aransas Pass. That's a 2500 mile trip! They fly during the day and make regular stops along the way. By December all, or nearly all have reached the marshes of Aransas Pass. Whooping Cranes are the rarest birds in North America. They are also the largest, usually about five feet tall with wing spans of seven feet. As spring arrives they begin their flight back to Canada. They usually migrate in pairs or family groups, sometimes in small flocks. </p><p>Is that not an interesting tidbit? We have the rarest bird in North America right here on our Texas Gulf Coast! That's definitely something worth making a trip to see. We didn't get to see them on our trip, but you can bet we will be traveling that way again soon. We will time our trip with their migration patterns. </p><p>You might want to make a trip to see them yourself.<br /><br /><br /></p><p align="left"></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"></p>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-47866856744368839312009-02-16T12:50:00.013-06:002009-02-18T12:59:48.454-06:00Goose Island State Park<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;">GOOSE ISLAND STATE PARK</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPg0TAs9d4joJwrzc0ij5hYfki5fc1CzKgxVv9o5irAgkJzK5adVnCzqhh_nsYplKLS4NdoClPd8AqYRyVyCVb4lVj4Mt9dW4DtwNSGv_UjYxyXzZi8LnmhgnNJ-CfuSXv5gh0H2GwkzY/s1600-h/spectacular+sunrise+200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303472487881159682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPg0TAs9d4joJwrzc0ij5hYfki5fc1CzKgxVv9o5irAgkJzK5adVnCzqhh_nsYplKLS4NdoClPd8AqYRyVyCVb4lVj4Mt9dW4DtwNSGv_UjYxyXzZi8LnmhgnNJ-CfuSXv5gh0H2GwkzY/s400/spectacular+sunrise+200.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">Sunrise over the pier at Goose Island State Park</span></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>The first trip that we took with our trusty little pop-up was to Goose Island State Park on the Gulf Coast of Texas.</em> Now, this might just be the place that you would like to spend your winter months if your normal abode is somewhere up north. As a matter of fact a number of people with the "big rigs" were parked there for as long as they could possibly stay. Several of them mentioned that this is where they came every year. We found this out when people would stop and ask about our little pop-up or wonder what we were having for breakfast. They were attracted by the smell of bacon and onions cooking on the outside grill, and had to stop and say how good it smelled. They had just had their breakfast on the inside. I love our trusty little pop-up and cooking outside!</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303476920657784690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QCNIo5D8rEUvlEQPzR4WYc-01bCp3YVWFnG58rlB-u7kVk843MnyWN3dKE5Qp77BvJF0Fg30elzKnwSJg1CflF-iIjI79W5tBMhAhyphenhyphen5N7zVm7TVBsXXVw07iLi0tWFsWvNGPftDq_XY/s320/goose+island0001.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;">Camp site #126--Goose Island State Park</span></em></div><br /><br /><p>We found our little pop-up quite by accident. We were headed down I-35 towards Austin going to one of our grandson's football play-off games and Skip said, "Look, that's what we need." I agreed and on our way back the next day we stopped, and all of a sudden it was ours! It's an older model with an interesting history...seems a young girl lived in "trusty" while attending school at a nearby university. She and her St Bernard shared the living quarters until she graduated. It made an adequate apartment for a couple of years with plenty of room to sleep, a table at which to study and write, a small refrigerator and a small stove and sink. I'm assuming she must have parked somewhere near a place that had a bathroom. Anyway, "Trusty" had now changed hands and started on a new history.</p>The campsites at this park are exceptional. You have a choice of camping at the back of the park where the sites are beautifully surrounded with trees and shrubs. They are very spacious, quiet, secluded and private...plenty big enough for the "big rigs." No one should have trouble backing their camper into one of these spots. The back of the park is also home to many tent only sites. If you choose to be right on the Gulf of Mexico, they also have a number of open sites right on the water. These sites all have shelters, water, electricty and close neighbors. It's all a matter of choice. All of the sites (seculded, tent,open) are well maintained and have clean bathroom/showers nearby. I might also mention that although you are right on the water...you can toss out a line and catch a fish from the fron of your campsite...there is no swimming here. The bottom of the Gulf at this point has an oyster shell bed. That means sharp and painful for bare body parts!<br /><br /><p>What Goose Island does have is BIRDS! Lots and lots of birds! it is a bird lovers paradise. I didn't know that I was a bird lover until I went to Goose Island. Of course I have always enjoyed birds, listening to their songs, watching them flit from tree to tree, but I had no idea about their names...mockingbird, cardinal, robin, sparrow...but that all changed after we went to Goose Island! Luckily I had binoculars and a camera in the pickup. Soon I had a book with pictures and names of birds. Now, I never go anywhere without that book.</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303494426282054482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOAlRKe6pSncuAlWSOXu3KW31IrBDkeo4958riAA26lGfUQn63ibvnJB25e5dz1BboFmjvxXtc8gXw0_6R7IhG9pIWhxNW6PXtQlforyz8tlKlUr58-zaGvPQhg2r7atpRnQkTiFVagqQ/s320/goose+island0135.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;">White Pelicans waiting for the fishermen to toss their bait.</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><br />We arrived at Goose Island in January. That just happened to be a migratory time for a lot of birds. We took the trail to the front of the park, where the land meets the water, and were just in awe at the number of birds we had never seen before. Luckily for me, they were just getting a bird watching tour organized, and of course I joined the <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZlsmsNttAGv2PCPhrmhweGL5H8CIvvt47ubQ8TST_6qjhhToNsHY5VRVapluUVDO5ZVPYpss04H1TRR8zzQjtEuhxtG6YiVB4JBph14cH1OBvid8hB-EIgvfIpbQdwo4zQfS9EFJD3E/s1600-h/long+billed+dowitcher200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303497394351734546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZlsmsNttAGv2PCPhrmhweGL5H8CIvvt47ubQ8TST_6qjhhToNsHY5VRVapluUVDO5ZVPYpss04H1TRR8zzQjtEuhxtG6YiVB4JBph14cH1OBvid8hB-EIgvfIpbQdwo4zQfS9EFJD3E/s200/long+billed+dowitcher200.jpg" border="0" /></a>group. Skip chose to sit and observe the gulf and its inhabitants from a bench. He's not quite as excited about birds as I am. The tour was conducted by a couple from Chicago, and THEY KNEW THEIR BIRDS! They come to Goose Island every year and give two tours a day. And, they showed me so many beautiful birds. I saw: White Ibis, Ruddy Turnstone, Long Billed Dowitcher, Brown Pelicans, White Pelicans, Laughing Gulls, Herring Gulls, Long Billed Curlew, Great Egret, Snowy Egret, Double Crested</div><div align="center">Cormorant,Great Blue Herring, Tri-colored Heron, Roseate Spoonbill, Pintail Ducks, Bufflehead Ducks. Those were just the ones I saw that one morning on the trek along the coastline and out onto the long pier (in the picture above). What a great morning! I only went that one day because we used Goose Island as our base of operations and during the day we visited other parts of the bay area.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjhq5CCo-z0yxWxuQC6VcnGENdzD00GGzhcmIL2s0mwqjCpSzr4rySQg_9objH4kWALFy75_CV2DwBHCI7uHg15zyE4KKovB0_30g5l4hEBMZToDKTbFBGwp_ROlNUvSX63Hv9iAmiI9U/s1600-h/favorite+white+egret+200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303500381426495010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjhq5CCo-z0yxWxuQC6VcnGENdzD00GGzhcmIL2s0mwqjCpSzr4rySQg_9objH4kWALFy75_CV2DwBHCI7uHg15zyE4KKovB0_30g5l4hEBMZToDKTbFBGwp_ROlNUvSX63Hv9iAmiI9U/s200/favorite+white+egret+200.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;">Great Egret</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"></div>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-64284609719399515082009-02-14T19:01:00.002-06:002009-02-18T13:03:58.738-06:00CAPROCK CANYONS #4<em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;">TURKEY, TEXAS</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I just can't leave <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Caprock</span> Canyons without talking about Turkey, Texas. Not a lot there. It has a population of about 550; used to be a shipping point for cattle, grain and cotton. That all dried up years ago and the only thing left of the good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ol</span>' days of the railroad is a wonderful little hotel. It was built in 1927 to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">accommodate</span> the "train people." What a treasure! It is still in operation and is listed with the State and National Historic Registries. The bedrooms are decorated as they were during the good old days. Old furniture, old tubs, old quilts...some of the rooms even have quilts on the ceiling. You can't help but feel lost in another time and place when you are there. And the rates are great! You can rent a room from $65.00 to $85.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">oo</span>. The price depends upon whether you have one or two beds and a shared or private bath. There is one suite which rents for slightly more, or you can rent the entire hotel for about $1,500 +tax per night. I'm not positive about the number of rooms. I think maybe there are about 15. Could be wrong about that. If you were interested in renting the entire hotel, you would need to call and check on that. Not only do you get a great "back-in-time" room but the current owner serves a wonderful full country breakfast every morning to her overnight guests. What a deal! In addition, she serves lunch on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, and has fish for supper on Friday night. Of course, you will have to pay for these meals. Too bad!</span></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>If you decide that you want to give this quaint little place a try, don't expect to get a room during the last weekend in April. That's when Turkey is host to thousands, yes, I said thousands (usually between 10-15 thousand) who come to celebrate the annual Bob Wills Reunion. It's a big thing! Especially for Turkey! If you're not up on old time country music and have no idea who Bob Wills is, well he was known as the King of Western Swing. He had a sound like no other. He grew up on a farm just north of Turkey and became a barber there in the 1920's. He loved his music and since barbering did not interfere with the week end dances or holiday celebrations, he spent lots of time playing the music he loved. He formed a band called the Texas Playboys. Bob Wills and The Texas Playboys had a new sound, and that sound became known as Western Swing. During the festival, you can hear Western Swing all through the streets of Turkey. A couple of years ago some of the original band members were still showing up. Don't know if that's happening anymore, but there's lots of western swing music making everybody happy. </em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>Another interesting fact about Turkey: Bob Wills' daughter, Rose still lives in Turkey, and what an attractive, friendly person she is. I met her in the grocery store in Turkey. She was ahead of me in the meager line (we were the only two in line). As she walked out the door, the cashier (who owned the store) asked me if I knew who that was. When I replied that I had no idea, he said, "That's San Antonio Rose, Bob Wills' daughter." Bob Wills wrote and sang the song "San Antonio Rose" in honor of that daughter. Well, I couldn't get out the door of the grocery store fast enough. I had to meet her. And, so I did. She and her husband were parked right next to Skip. I walked up to her and said that I understood that she was the daughter of Bob Wills, and she just smiled a sweet smile and said yes, and there we stood and talked for quite some time. She and her husband even invited us to come by their house, but we had all the supplies in the pickup that we needed to get back to the campers at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Caprock</span> Canyons. Besides, as gracious as she was, I think it would have been a bit inconsiderate for strangers she had just met on the grocery store parking lot to park themselves down in her living room. But what a neat encounter. I have a picture of the two of us, but I won't print it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">because</span> she might not want that to happen. I think of "San Antonio Rose" often.</em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>Let me tell you, if you camp at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Caprock</span> Canyons and you need food supplies, you will most certainly need to go to Turkey to the grocery store. It's the only one around. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Quitaque</span> has a convenience store attached to a service station, but if you need more than just a six pack of cokes and some candy, then it's on over to Turkey...not far, maybe 10-15 miles. There's also a great little Mexican food restaurant in Turkey, really good, authentic Mexican food. Can't remember the name, but you can't miss it. It's the only one in town, and it's on Main Street.</em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>I have pictures of Turkey and as soon as I find them I will print them to this post. I know they are in my computer or on a disc somewhere. I will find them.</em></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>Guess that's about it as far as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Caprock</span> Canyons and Turkey, Texas goes. It's really a sensational trip. Maybe the best part about it is that there is nothing to do. You are not distracted from the beauty, the peace, the quiet or the darkness that envelopes you without the presence of city lights. You should go. Get in touch with yourself and your family. It's a good place to be.</em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-75312212094411989542009-02-13T14:27:00.003-06:002009-02-18T13:12:51.400-06:00CAPROCK CANYONS STATE PARK #3<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"><em>OUR LAST TRIP WITH "HUNTER"</em></span></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMjVF4xVpHw9QRQC6rqSVXxu1j6jciTLUtaYYCttWAEKxmWXqN2rAEJmzu8WHCOewsxNRZMHhPlE5YIki7pJpMbXbeypQwyfyy08oFxnkrzM2BEIe3-wfvHZg8Skx3RkCmepB9L3MoI0/s1600-h/caprock+canyon0132.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302390041344394738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMjVF4xVpHw9QRQC6rqSVXxu1j6jciTLUtaYYCttWAEKxmWXqN2rAEJmzu8WHCOewsxNRZMHhPlE5YIki7pJpMbXbeypQwyfyy08oFxnkrzM2BEIe3-wfvHZg8Skx3RkCmepB9L3MoI0/s320/caprock+canyon0132.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The dog traveling with us on this trip was "Hunter" our faithful old friend of 11 years This was his last trip. We now have a new faithful friend called "Dolly". She will never take the place of Hunter, but we sure do love her.<br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>We finally got all those vehicles loaded and gassed up and started off on our lengthy drive to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Caprock</span> Canyons State Park in far west Texas. It was after noon when we arrived and since all sites are on a "first come" basis, we were a little nervous about being able to find a good site for the tents. Not to worry! Even though there were a number of people in the park we were able to find two tent sites side by side in the Little Red Tent Camping Area. There are only ten sites in this area, and I think they are the best in the park. The site we really wanted was already taken when we got there, but would you believe by the next evening they had left. So, we just hurried on down to the office and changed our spots and there we were with the best two tent sites in the entire park. They overlooked a beautiful canyon with a shallow river running through it. It was a great place for the kids to meander along the river bed looking for whatever or pretending to be tracking the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Commanches</span>. At night we sat on the point in front of the tents laughing and talking and counting the stars. There are so many stars in the Texas sky after the sun goes down! It looks like pave diamonds. Having two sites side by side gave us lots of room for activities such as horseshoes or just kicking back in our big old</em><br />canvas chairs and reading or dreaming.<br /><em></em><br /><br /><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pr8el1znAgig0QGKyw0S9dY3QWLcSgHNxxEiUKsy0CbCX7wy8xnszaMhp2ytnwkKePFQH4rvjnACQ8RuBo0SHyVdzvee_172dUcAsxey17PGVOR30pfZ5iwe8z1EwyrVdAwlO9uFZww/s1600-h/caprock+canyon0182.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302386047749865042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pr8el1znAgig0QGKyw0S9dY3QWLcSgHNxxEiUKsy0CbCX7wy8xnszaMhp2ytnwkKePFQH4rvjnACQ8RuBo0SHyVdzvee_172dUcAsxey17PGVOR30pfZ5iwe8z1EwyrVdAwlO9uFZww/s200/caprock+canyon0182.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_YUjtXZqZYsiYfGDckpU32-bDbq2Dd8K6iOZrbFosxpifE-o1eG_ooF4pN-52my5NViHuXp3TLC8tJacA5H0jTMJEtR29CuE52B_rYArMuo6MZbxseRtQYZrN-Am1KIcObBcAKbmjFO8/s1600-h/caprock+canyon0031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302387871971741186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_YUjtXZqZYsiYfGDckpU32-bDbq2Dd8K6iOZrbFosxpifE-o1eG_ooF4pN-52my5NViHuXp3TLC8tJacA5H0jTMJEtR29CuE52B_rYArMuo6MZbxseRtQYZrN-Am1KIcObBcAKbmjFO8/s200/caprock+canyon0031.JPG" border="0" /></a></em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>On the way into the park, we had noticed a riding stable advertising trail rides through the park and of course all the kids decided that was what they must do. So, Skip and the older kids went down to check it out and got it all set up for a trail ride the next morning. What fun they had! Now, I'm not into horses and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">trailriding</span> so I contentedly continued my latest novel. When they returned later in the day all they could talk about was the beautiful scenery and what good horsemen they were. Now, I know for a fact that some of them had never been on a horse, but if they say they are excellent horsemen, I believe them. You know, genes go a long way back and I'm certain we had some really excellent horsemen in our ancestry. Not only can you set up a guided <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">trailride</span>, but if you are the type who travels with a horse trailer behind your pickup, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Caprock</span> Canyons has a special camping spot for you....complete with <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSz2FL8SAI8ZFbvyeaQ2eQy0GN1RfTjLAr8ybw621xUNHFwDqxe92c976AKykd5qro-mvgSNLHl4VAD0zdi1V8kv1fT5PU8FJWnambWv8wwX12_0wSS7tDagexQKJcUPc7nes2-b6mXaI/s1600-h/caprock+canyon0034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302395608777591282" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSz2FL8SAI8ZFbvyeaQ2eQy0GN1RfTjLAr8ybw621xUNHFwDqxe92c976AKykd5qro-mvgSNLHl4VAD0zdi1V8kv1fT5PU8FJWnambWv8wwX12_0wSS7tDagexQKJcUPc7nes2-b6mXaI/s320/caprock+canyon0034.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj408RdTYTiy-b2n7cLHEh9tl_hfqDiM_EXdjL76bfotpTQMCMyqHa7iPqtUxXeFFLGjgXnWeIhzO-ANAra-qf0_StMhv_MYoy0lqwzccLnPI39_DzANCGm8Dpw3uI6TsDdyjLlfjrpEp4/s1600-h/caprock+canyon0056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302398468038946242" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj408RdTYTiy-b2n7cLHEh9tl_hfqDiM_EXdjL76bfotpTQMCMyqHa7iPqtUxXeFFLGjgXnWeIhzO-ANAra-qf0_StMhv_MYoy0lqwzccLnPI39_DzANCGm8Dpw3uI6TsDdyjLlfjrpEp4/s200/caprock+canyon0056.JPG" border="0" /></a></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>corral and trails that can be ridden at your leisure. Anyway, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">trailride</span> was one of the highlights of the trip for all of the grandchildren. If you go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Caprock</span> Canyons and you're into that sort of thing, then my family has several voices of encouragement. They say, "Do it!"</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>After the fairly long <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">trailride</span> everyone seemed slightly sore and stiff and ready to just sit around the campfire eating hot dogs and telling tall tales. We sat up until the camp curfew of 10:00 looking at the multitude of stars and telling stories with each person adding their own special version of the story. It was fun and it was great family time. Bed time came, and let me tell you something for which you need to be prepared: the wind! Springtime in west Texas means WIND. Not just a breeze, WIND. Make sure you have plenty of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">staves</span> and ropes for your tent, make sure they are SECURE, and be ready to spend the night with the wind making strange noises and whistling through your tent. It's not a bad thing, just be ready for it.</em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>Next morning after scrambled eggs, bacon and pork and beans (that's a must for breakfast every day you're camping,) everyone decided they wanted to do some hiking. Again, Skip and I are past the age of serious hiking; however, we do like a leisurely, maybe sometimes brisk stroll. So, it was decided that we would hike down one of the river beds. There were several areas of easy access, and the beds were all dry. This is a smart thing to do if you have small children or you are old like me. It was a great hike. The river beds were smooth with no boulders to climb and no inclines or declines, just straight, easy walking. Now, if there's a storm coming this might not be the trail of choice since these river beds can fill up rather quickly. Heavy rains are not that common in far west Texas, but just be aware. It was awesome to be at the bottom of the river bed and look up at the beautiful red rock formations <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctyzPmhIAriQb8SlEpJIZM16KANKQYOkoh1qFdSsfd00xZj20VTltGolw_Ju1SmEc6JihimpK1D_Fj9qkketrQs7bDeZP6gDLW28xBamba_7Oepx5nNbLTdc-00mYJ5DAB8lgbNIdVxM/s1600-h/caprock+canyon0160.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302407101776044178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctyzPmhIAriQb8SlEpJIZM16KANKQYOkoh1qFdSsfd00xZj20VTltGolw_Ju1SmEc6JihimpK1D_Fj9qkketrQs7bDeZP6gDLW28xBamba_7Oepx5nNbLTdc-00mYJ5DAB8lgbNIdVxM/s200/caprock+canyon0160.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxDYt-iSGOI3nuV_QJWR4oxkquOwxxiU7oX5VP188EvFsXJnCd39XPCQCPosVBTjvmWjjh9TgF4wEQsSD0SLSrVX2BPh7lnIUA4vhlzV9MkWi96UQvJRecD-SeCaBnW7z-nEC-WLfneDE/s1600-h/caprock+canyon0129.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302408553676220562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxDYt-iSGOI3nuV_QJWR4oxkquOwxxiU7oX5VP188EvFsXJnCd39XPCQCPosVBTjvmWjjh9TgF4wEQsSD0SLSrVX2BPh7lnIUA4vhlzV9MkWi96UQvJRecD-SeCaBnW7z-nEC-WLfneDE/s200/caprock+canyon0129.JPG" border="0" /></a>.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>lined with gypsum rising above you. It's a great time for discovery. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>If you're really into hiking or mountain biking, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Caprock</span> Canyons is a good place to be. The older kids did some heavy duty hiking and related that the trails are beautiful and strenuous.</em><br /><em>According to the Texas Parks and Wildlife website, there are 13 trails in all including 6 along the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">trailway</span>. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">trailway</span> is an old abandoned railway that was donated by a railroad entrepreneur and turned into a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">trailway</span>. It is 64 miles long (not necessary to hike it all at once). There are different starting points and destinations. Water is available at some points at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">trailheads</span> and developed primitive camping areas. You must carry water with you and use common sense on this trail. It is possible to camp along the trail if you wish, just register with the office. I understand that one of the really neat trails is the Clarity Tunnel trail. Round trip is approximately nine miles. On this trail there is an old abandoned railroad tunnel that is now inhabited by a population of Brazilian Free-tailed bats. They are usually there from April though October. You can contact the park office about good times and instructions before you go. Besides the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Trailway</span>, there are a number of trails inside the park that range from very difficult to moderate.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Our week didn't last long enough, but we all decided that it was a wonderful place to be and that we would return. We haven't made it back as of yet, but we will.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>SOME THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW BEFORE YOU GO:</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>There are about 35 very nice, good size, well-manicured sites for camping trailers and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">RV's. These sites have water and electricity. Tent only sites do not have water or electricty.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">Wh</span></em><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">eelchair accessible restrooms, picnic areas and campsites are available.</span></em><br /><em>The restroom/shower building and a nice playground are convenient to the camping spots.</em><br /><em>The restroom is nice and clean and the shower is clean with hot water, but not too much privacy--just a curtain that doesn't close completely. It's almost a certainty that a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">number</span> of deer will show up around dusk at the play ground area. They're pretty neat to watch.</em> Dogs are allowed but must be kept on a leash.<br /><em>There are two developed tent camping areas...The Little Red Tent Camping Area (my favorite), and the South Prong Tent Camping Area. Then there are two primitive camping areas where you need to pack everything in with you. Some people really like this and I'm sure they see beauty that the rest of us don't see.. That's great. I'm just too old. Each of the tent areas has a single chemical toilet (looks like an outhouse). Not too bad actually; however, if you need to take a bath you will have to drive about three miles to the shower. You could walk I guess, but you would need another bath by the time you got back!</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Then of course there is the Wild Horse Camping Area that has the equestrian sites. There are about 10 or 11 sites.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>If I were you, I wouldn't even consider <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Caprock</span> Canyons in the summertime. It's hot and the rattlesnakes are out! I'm serious about the rattlesnakes. If you are hiking in the late spring or summertime, I would suggest you wear long jeans and boots, and be careful where you put your hands while climbing. They can be very dangerous. We've not been there in the fall, but I'm sure that it is wonderful starting about mid-October. We were there in March, and I'm thinking March and April are good times to go.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>There are a number of animals in the park: Mule and White-tailed deer, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Auodad</span> sheep, raccoons, coyotes, bobcats (we saw 2) foxes and opossums. Of course, the state Bison herd is also housed at this park. They have a LARGE acreage just for the Bison at the front of the park. They are not always easily seen, depends upon where they are grazing.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>There is also a small lake near the front of the park (Lake Theo) where there is good fishing for bass and catfish.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>DO YOURSELF A FAVOR. FIND TIME FOR <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">CAPROCK</span> CANYONS STATE PARK.</em> </p>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-81298902145073379382009-02-12T00:08:00.002-06:002009-02-18T13:17:39.557-06:00CAPROCK CANYONS #2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13xMWd15Q54OxlvNJ3ywb8YCiZs4h2AiMzogqDbKFlvp70-iW1CiLnM113LE44HEl-J8COcH2_bBQnuGHUoO2TuauZTjsuycf5bHLFcAP_q5DkaVrjq7JtCamcvCqk0XPYn-COLiBsCc/s1600-h/caprock+canyon0139.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301793147817892610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13xMWd15Q54OxlvNJ3ywb8YCiZs4h2AiMzogqDbKFlvp70-iW1CiLnM113LE44HEl-J8COcH2_bBQnuGHUoO2TuauZTjsuycf5bHLFcAP_q5DkaVrjq7JtCamcvCqk0XPYn-COLiBsCc/s200/caprock+canyon0139.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsXo_YG8P74naETyYVsbzM6QK71kA5ARmbsiK0Awn_iU7-H1jkwyzP4k1sabJ4Batyjsxj6F0-Vmsnntlnz6b303WXIol5oDRFGAHVCWw0qUfP2JtVYus6oFpB0FtemAGmzFFdm5E84g/s1600-h/caprock+canyon0001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301790485034104722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsXo_YG8P74naETyYVsbzM6QK71kA5ARmbsiK0Awn_iU7-H1jkwyzP4k1sabJ4Batyjsxj6F0-Vmsnntlnz6b303WXIol5oDRFGAHVCWw0qUfP2JtVYus6oFpB0FtemAGmzFFdm5E84g/s200/caprock+canyon0001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301791829929252306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UoCFsZ-M7IjGlavqal8Fm3uAK_1dE1fiC-xzft_J9hJ6NTcSCcRGWlEQ4ldZnR4JBpQg9VaoeaExswXAlfjIfNfvtQhV5IQoWLnqrhNCUa5JMvt6bZd6SUo1hJbDcpEy-Z9wOapw2Yk/s200/caprock+canyon0116.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;">Skip and grandson, Chandler just sitting Skip, Troy and Kyle unloading the bikes One of our tent campsites. We had two<br />and talking...one of the beauties of right next to each other. Lots of room.<br />camping...you have time to talk. </span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em><br />Mid-March blew in blustery and cool just like it always does in west Texas. We loaded our trusty little chalet, the kids arrived with their cars and pickups loaded down with their tents, bicycles and all their camping gear, and we headed west into Indian Territory! </p><p>Really, during the early to mid 1800's this part of Texas was the home to some of the most savage Indian tribes in the country...the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Commanche</span>. They created havoc all over the plains and into central Texas and Mexico. They robbed and pillaged and murdered and kidnapped. They were feared by all, even other Indian tribes. Before you go to this part of the country, you really should pick up some books or other reading material about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Quanah</span> Parker, the last great Indian Chief and the son of Chief Peta <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Nocona</span> and Cynthia Ann Parker. Cynthia Ann Parker was a white captive who was captured by the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Commanche</span> at the age of eight when the Indians raided her father's fort near current <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mexia</span>, Texas. She grew up as an Indian and later married Peta <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Nocona</span> who would become the war chief of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Nocone</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Commanches</span>. They had three children, two boys <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Quanah</span>, and Pecos and one girl <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Topasannah</span>. Their story is one of the great stories of Texas history and the American West. Cynthia and her daughter were eventually captured and returned to the Parker Family where they remained unwillingly for the rest of their lives. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Topasannah</span> became ill and died and Cynthia in her grieving starved herself to death. The place where the Texas Rangers and soldiers under the command of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Sul</span> Ross killed many Indians and captured Cynthia Ann and her daughter was on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Pease</span> River not far from the town that would eventually bear his name, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Quanah</span>, Texas. This all happened in the area of Texas that you travel while getting to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Caprock</span> Canyons from the east-north east. </p><p>After his mother's capture, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Quanah</span> was taken in by the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Quahadi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Commanches</span> (the original tribe of his father). They were known as the most warlike of all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Commanches</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Quannah</span> who had vowed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">vengence</span> on the white man was one of their most feared warriors and later became the war chief of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Quahadis</span>. They terrorized the frontier for years while being pursued by the US Army. They were never captured, but their number grew smaller and with the loss of the massive buffalo herds which were their life line, they finally gave up and allowed themselves to be moved to a reservation in Oklahoma. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Quanah</span> was a smart man, and immediately changed his ways. Being the great leader that he was, he was able to help his people prosper and he eventually became a wealthy man who was a close friend with Theodore Roosevelt. Roosevelt was the person responsible for getting Congress to declare the Wichita Mountains (near Lawton, Oklahoma) a National Wildlife Reserve. He then had many buffalo brought to that reserve. All of this was done at the request of his friend, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Quanah</span> Parker. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Quanah</span> was so well respected by the people of the area that he was elected sheriff of Lawton, Oklahoma in 1902.</p><p>I had not really intended to give a history lesson, but this area is so full of colorful, interesting characters and places, I just couldn't help myself. I certainly would encourage you to pick up books not only about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Quanah</span> and Cynthia Ann Parker, but also about Charles Goodnight, one of the great Texas ranchers who was responsible for saving some of the buffalo. His ranch covered many, many miles of the prairie that you will travel over while getting to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Caprock</span> Canyons. And then, don't forget Captain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Sul</span> Ross. All of these people have great stories to tell. You do yourself a disservice is you don't read about them. You can visualize them in the canyons and on the buttes of beautiful <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Caprock</span> Canyons State Park. </p><p>Well, guys, it's late and I must get some sleep. I'll talk about camping in the Caprock Canyons State Park tomorrow. Don't forget to pick up books or at least Google the colorful Texas characters who were so important to Texas history.<br /><br /><br /></p><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-19359706752723912602009-02-10T22:57:00.003-06:002009-02-18T13:21:39.288-06:00CAPROCK CANYONS STATE PARK #1<div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;">CAPROCK CANYONS STATE PARK</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301419061555235106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVdNZxcleivkrpJXR-Wu8LpHUwbqD0EQfuMEjewCWGsyaWFnDWzT4cu995GSyo4gFHu4UUuuOmwcCLsqFuAdSJoGHRWdUoOjhE3GPYdU3RJHfhK1XD5pvwcwWjrUFrVckxzxv4tNQB1I/s320/red+rock+2+200.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">WOW!!!!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8waA52j9zM5goin9KEiJSczz9fQAf7WLKuDTPJQjw3gsAAQ9Ca5yCTgfHfGpkr20q6KBnWurMf4AAn6ELNcXgE9sU2JZ4bZ1a6JwZdyE6owsPzaefj_hTd0z74GyTzWDtwtUwPfpk68A/s1600-h/caprock+canyon0061.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8waA52j9zM5goin9KEiJSczz9fQAf7WLKuDTPJQjw3gsAAQ9Ca5yCTgfHfGpkr20q6KBnWurMf4AAn6ELNcXgE9sU2JZ4bZ1a6JwZdyE6owsPzaefj_hTd0z74GyTzWDtwtUwPfpk68A/s1600-h/caprock+canyon0061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301421792972575682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8waA52j9zM5goin9KEiJSczz9fQAf7WLKuDTPJQjw3gsAAQ9Ca5yCTgfHfGpkr20q6KBnWurMf4AAn6ELNcXgE9sU2JZ4bZ1a6JwZdyE6owsPzaefj_hTd0z74GyTzWDtwtUwPfpk68A/s200/caprock+canyon0061.JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301401111909230050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJH_MY635AIH1LKG1TSeAqxlre1Xuk-VDhAMP5srxX-D9vAIbkrqBSjHDUnSKyMeKwQzUO2pAfWNMOGbQgdkCX9lhdpUS2njebb7EPIdM2Jbhjf23JxcmaHpkWZNFB7mzttXso0uR6uTc/s320/red+rock+200.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">If you love the outdoors, you are GONNA LOVE THIS PLACE! No matter where you live, you are going to drive and drive and drive just to get to the entrance of this park. While you're putting all that mileage on your vehicle you're thinking, "Where in blazes is this place?" Well, let me tell you, it's a long way from any place but Turkey, Texas. As you drive these many miles of "not a lot" you can't help but wonder what kind of a park can this be...no trees, no flowers, just lots and lots of flat land as far as the eye can see.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">You arrive in the little town of Quitaque, Texas, turn at the sign that says CAPROCK CANYONS STATE PARK and keep driving for a mile or so. Then, there's the gate. You drive through and you are still thinking to yourself, "Was there a reason we chose to come here? Who talked us into this?" Just about the time those thoughts pass from your mind, you see it, beautiful red rock canyons and rock formations. Oh, it takes your breath away. And now you're thinking, "I can't wait to tell my camping buddies about this place!" Just wait. The best is yet to come...the peace, the quiet, the stars that you feel like you can reach up and grab, and the total absence of any city lights. Oh, My! This is NICE!</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">We found Caprock Canyons by accident. We had been to Gruver, Texas (in the very top of the Panhandle) to the funeral of a family member. On the way home we had time to spare so we decided to take the route that was designated "scenic" on our Texas map. That was Hwy 207 right straight out of Gruver. Now, it takes a long time to drive that highway until you get to the designated "scenic" part of the map. Even after you get to that part of the map you are wondering if maybe the map maker didn't make a mistake in labeling this area. We drove and drove and occasionally I would say, "Oh, Skip, Look! Way out there on the horizon...there's a windmill!" And of course we saw a few cattle and acres and acres of land with great irrigation sprinklers covering them. But the main sight was the horizon where the blue of the sky met the brown, and sometimes green, of the land. As we were laughing about how scenic this route was, the earth suddenly opened up in front of us. It was amazing. It was breathtaking. It is hard to describe. An author named Henry Chappell once labeled it as "Mountains Beneath the Plains."</div><br /><div align="left">That's what it is. Deep canyons with pinnacles rising to the top of and sometimes above the highway. And, the highway dipped and curved and ascended and was totally "scenic." We were not disappointed. We continued along this path, pulling over at ever possible point so we could enjoy this beautiful, stark landscape knowing that it would soon end and we would be back to the flat plains of Texas. It did end. And, about the time it ended, Hwy 207 ended and we turned left on Hwy 656 toward the little town of Quitaque. When we reached Quitaque it was getting late but we saw a sign for Caprock Canyons State Park. Being the State Park lovers that we are we decided to check it out even though we didn't have our camper with us. We were not too excited, it didn't look too special, but then like I said before, it hit us! It was late afternoon and the sun was shining on these spectacular red rock formations, painting them a beautiful warm orange as only the setting sun can do in that special time before it disappears. As we dipped down into the valleys and climbed the inclines we were amazed. The road through the park is only about six or seven miles long, but it was a beautiful six or seven miles that was heavily populated by white tail deer. We were only there for a little while but we declared that we would be back soon, and we were going to bring the family. And that we did. We came back for Spring Break. That foray will be described in my next blog. In the meantime, get out your map and find Caprock Canyons 'cause you're going to want to go there. See you in a day or two.</div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627248391521079595.post-75971405207937492992009-02-10T14:51:00.003-06:002009-02-18T13:25:58.189-06:00SKIP, KAY, DOLLY AND OUR TRUSTY LITTLE POP-UP<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7ON0CTtGV7HA_0byUs3nuEwHY1K8qdDpSarqCiwi4kaSrDifoBGeU17yTD8eTGzAVUUwxirFyrwmHgw1CBKSFb48ZaEtkOvdUISskjsKBZJ1ILyPspfEDh93H0QW1yzFbsspRAmtEeQ/s1600-h/Big+Bend0060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301277990400699522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7ON0CTtGV7HA_0byUs3nuEwHY1K8qdDpSarqCiwi4kaSrDifoBGeU17yTD8eTGzAVUUwxirFyrwmHgw1CBKSFb48ZaEtkOvdUISskjsKBZJ1ILyPspfEDh93H0QW1yzFbsspRAmtEeQ/s320/Big+Bend0060.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>My husband, Skip and I love traveling the backroads of Texas and camping along the way. I travel with my camera around my neck and Skip travels with his foot on the brake! He has gotten really good at answering the command: "Stop! Backup!" We have a cute little pop up camper that's just big enough for Skip, me and our yellow Lab, Dolly. It's all we need. It's easy to pull. It's easy to set up, and it's easy to get into places that the big rigs cannot get into. We also get to meet a lot of people who are curious about our little rig. It's amazing how many people walk by our campground and ask if they can look at it. We're always happy to oblige and we end up talking and even sharing meals with people we would otherwise never have known. It's a good life!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We're not much into the "country club" campgrounds, we just like to be out in the country feeling the wind, listening to the birds and watching for wildlife. Of course, I am ever on the look out for a beautiful sunset or anything else that makes for a great picture. I have gotten some really fantastic pictures of birds and animals and places, and they are all within the great state of Texas. It is truly amazing what this state has to offer from the tip of the panhandle to the vast gulf coast. Then there is all the beauty that lies within the heart of the state. I never cease to be amazed at the variety of landscapes, animals, trees, flowers, birds and people. And, let me say right here that the people of Texas are some of the friendliest you will ever meet. Oh, there's a curmudgeon or <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGmRPkvr9XvSbgKnlZ41xCWi3jwu7wNPbya8-qu_vJQVp8Sj8-ip6EKGkyDTUVSHIejs-LMNJD1-MmwInnwI-EIkJWUUJHx4euFFPhm2gf6-anYgMNaT-lgMkTQqd77nxtWDBXg4eajw/s1600-h/3+bluebonnets+%26+Cactus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301284135733713954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGmRPkvr9XvSbgKnlZ41xCWi3jwu7wNPbya8-qu_vJQVp8Sj8-ip6EKGkyDTUVSHIejs-LMNJD1-MmwInnwI-EIkJWUUJHx4euFFPhm2gf6-anYgMNaT-lgMkTQqd77nxtWDBXg4eajw/s320/3+bluebonnets+%26+Cactus.jpg" border="0" /></a>two along the way, but if you take the time to talk to them you will find that deep down they really have a beautiful heart; however, there are some you might be wise to avoid. Like I said, Texas is all about diversity!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">State flower of Texas: the beautiful bluebonnet</span></div>Kay Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09873980583728654669noreply@blogger.com6