Road Trip to Texas - Day 10 (part 1)
/It may seem silly to go back three weeks to finish up my Road Trip blogs, but I don't want to leave it unfinished. This blog has become my scrapbook that I would never do on paper. And I have had a lot of feedback that you who read the blog like the Road Trip series. I left off on Day 9, so here is Day 10, split into two parts because that's how the day seemed. I'll warn you now; there are a lot of photos.
We were packing the truck. I wondered if Kirby would miss us for a little while because we'd been there for four days. Probably not, but I hope that she will remember me next time I see her.
Saying goodbye was hard for Dan and me.
Time to leave. I needed to be home by Friday.
Now that it's been so long until I sorted this batch of photos I forget where some of them were taken. I think this is the town of Blanco, the closest town to where we were visiting.
This is peach season in the Hill Country and wanted to make a stop and maybe pick up a few more gifts for farm-sitters.
Here is where they sort the peaches.
And here is where they bake pies and other delectables. It smelled wonderful inside. I was so tempted to buy a pie, but instead I bought fresh peaches and jam and...
...this for the road...trying to ease the sadness of leaving our family behind.
I amused myself by taking photos on the road (thinking that I would remember where they were taken). I have not cropped or edited these photos. They include the squashbugs (as my brother and I used to call them) and glare on the windshield.
Texas is a big place. The country is not all what I had envisioned.
There are more mountains than I expected.
And more greenery. Even towards West Texas there is agriculture anywhere there is consistent water.
At this gas stop I walked out back...
...and took photos of the gorgeous Davis Mountains to the south.
The simple descriptor I kept thinking was Big.
Dropping into the Rio Grande valley.
El Paso, on the U.S./Mexico border.
The end of this blog post but not the day. More in the next post.





















We entered the church through the Door of Life and left it through the Door of Death.









Just as we had seen in northern Arizona and New Mexico everything was green. Summer monsoons are the norm, but there have been several dry years so this particularly wet year is a welcome change. However there can be too much of a good thing. We saw the signs on the Blanco River of the recent high water and were amazed at just how high it was.
Katie and Kurtis live on high ground between Blanco and Wimberly (where the horrific May flooding swept houses and people away) so they were in no danger. This wash just down from their driveway has running water now but during the flooding was many feet higher and impassable. Hard to imagine.


...the rams...

















First we stopped at Katie's office and went to lunch with her co-workers. Then we drove to San Antonio.
The Alamo site is an interesting juxtaposition of the old and the new. The lower stone wall surrounds the Mission grounds.
The Alamo site encompasses a block in downtown San Antonio with newer buildings rising around it. 




After a long drive and a lot of walking around in the heat what better way to end the day?



The bats roost inside the cave in an area closed to the public. Cave swallows roost in the entrance.

















According to the sign we were standing on the rim of a collapsed super-volcano, 12 miles in diameter and magma is only 5 miles beneath.
We had been lucky with the weather the whole day. Other than the previous night we hadn't been rained on. But we could watch the weather while we were driving. There is lots of flat landscape on the drive through central New Mexico, but I am just glad to see that there is so much unpopulated land in our fabulous country. The tune "wide open spaces" continued to run through my head (as did "standing on the corner..." from yesterday).
Another train view but this is a train made up of a dozen engines. We saw this the previous day also. Mulitple engines are used to pull (and push?) trains up the long grades and I guess they send those engines back to be ready for the next train. Many hours of driving later and about dusk we got to Roswell, 



After stowing our gear we set off north to see what the town of Kelso looked like. Have you ever seen a sign with a flashing light that cautions you to watch for tortoises? I never had and I wish I had stopped for a photo. It was one of those things that I thought I'd do on the way back but we ended up making a loop through the preserve.



















