Sixty
years ago, Judy and I got married.
Sixty-five
years ago, I was a 15-year-old kid on a bicycle delivering newspapers.
Sixty
years ago, Judy and I got married.
Sixty-five
years ago, I was a 15-year-old kid on a bicycle delivering newspapers.
We
were going to stay at South Llano River for a couple nights, but the heat is
wearing us down. (And by “us” I mean “me”.) We drove on to Choke
Canyon State Park for our last night out.
Time
to get home to the air conditioning. We can still be out in the heat
there, but we can ration our exposure better from home base.
And
now it’s Friday, and we’re there.
Two
and a half months. Nine thousand miles. It’s good to be home.
We’re
planning our next trip.
South
Llano River State Park
The
stop at Lum’s BBQ for an early dinner on the way in.
When
we got here, we realized it was a perfect storm of conditions. South
Llano River is a Dark Skies Park; no outside lights at night. The sky was
cloudless. It’s a new moon; no competition from the moonlight. This
was the height of the Perseids meteor shower. We stayed up into the wee
hours. It was a slow start. After 11pm we started getting some
shooting stars. The height was supposed to be around 4am. We didn’t
stay up that late. We called it a night.
A
last look down into the canyon.
And
south from the Texas Panhandle to Central Texas.
Abilene
State Park
Sometimes
we stop early in the day, it’s hot, and there is no shade to park under.
Can’t sit in the car and work with the sun blazing in through all those
wonderful windows. Found the solution. Insulated window covers
tailored to fit each window. Installed them while we were at Becky and
Brian’s house.
To
attach them, we had to stick some metal bits on the window glass, and the
window covers attach themselves magnetically.
Slick.
Along
the way today. Goofy rock formations in Southeastern Colorado at the
Gobbler’s Knob rest area on Hwy 287. Beehives. Credit irregular
erosion for their appearance,
Now
at Palo Duro Canyon State Park.
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Less
than 100 degrees. Slightly. Very comfortable after the sun went
behind the canyon wall.
Hot weather, but that’s not going to change
anytime soon. Waved goodbye to Becky and Brian and headed east and south.
John
Martin Reservoir State Park. We got a really good campsite right on the
pond below the dam. No close neighbors.
Hot
when we got here, triple digits, but it cooled off to comfortable early in the
evening.
It
has been over a month of rehab (taking it easy) on my hamstring, and it should
be okay now, so I decided to give it a test drive on the trails behind
Flagstaff.
It
was a good walk with uphills, downhills, and even a little bit of climbing to
overlooks.
A
little bit of a road out.
Not
like anything I ever get to hike on the South Texas coastal plain. It was
a happy walk, very familiar terrain, and no complaints from the hamstring.