Friday, April 20, 2018

Hiding out in Cedar Hill

Cedar Hill meant nothing more to me than some hills and some cedar
Antennas, cedar trees, on a hill
(juniper) trees. It’s a pretty area near Joe Pool Lake, and it’s a bunch older than I had anticipated. Of course, the day did not cooperate – a slow drizzle that became a rather chilly rain, instead of bright sunshine. We did find a nice place for lunch, so that mitigated the gloom, somewhat; and I did get a look at Joe Pool Lake.

Friday, April 13, 2018

Coming into Coyote Flats

Getting from one place to another in rural Texas may mean that you see
Coyote Flats City Limit
lots of plains, or trees, or deserts, or shorelines, or mountains (Texas has every ecosystem except Arctic tundra and rainforests). You also may see little towns that may not be apparent on a normal scale road map – it’s amazing what Google Maps will show you when you zoom in. When we run across one of these small hamlets, with no obvious historical trail nor railroad siding, we wonder just how it came about. Coyote Flats is one such example.

Friday, April 6, 2018

Sanity in Sand Flat

Friday is our day to get out and about. And it was a beautiful day so we
Farm near Sand Flat
decided to take a road trip to some of the more rural areas. Sand Flat is a rural community that sits on Farm Road 4 about six miles southeast of Cleburne. It was also supposed to have a place to eat that had gotten some good reviews. What we didn’t know was that it is one of the oldest settlements in Johnson County.

Friday, March 30, 2018

Browsing in Bernalillo

Out into the desert
Bernalillo is the county seat of Sandoval County. It’s got several places to eat, a casino, and is developing into a small city. There is a tradition of growing grapes and making wine, and it’s close to Albuquerque. But none of these characteristics was the reason we visited. Two friends, Dave, and I went to Bernalillo for the Enchanted Bead Retreat. And did we have a good time!

Friday, March 23, 2018

Along the Santa Fe Trail

What kid growing up in rural Texas didn’t want to be a cowboy and ride
Santa Fe Trail historical plaque
the Santa Fe Trail? Spending your days on your trusty horse, driving herds of cattle across the plains, fighting rustlers, and bedding down at night around a campfire with your comfortable bedroll and the stars as your ceiling; life couldn’t be better! When I was a bit older, I learned that sitting on a horse all day could get pretty uncomfortable, those herds of cattle kicked up billowing clouds of dust, and the desert perfume was probably manure. I decided I’d rather be a hairdresser.

Friday, March 16, 2018

Parked in Plano

Plano is just north of Dallas in southwestern Collin County. We moved to
Former residence
this growing community in about 1990 and lived there for 20 years. When we arrived, our neighborhood was bordered by a wheat field and a blimp airport. By the time we left, the airport was replaced by houses and an elementary school took over the fields. This growth has continued until on a recent visit I nearly didn’t recognize the area. Plano wasn’t always a hotbed of growth. It has some of the same mundane roots as other towns in Texas.

Friday, March 9, 2018

Looking for Leo

Muenster, the home of Germanfest and a mayor named Leo, is a good
Entrance to the City Park
place to go in search of German cuisine. And so on a rainy day we ventured forth to look for lunch away from home and to see what might be to the north of DFW. Dave learned about this town and Germanfest back in the 1970s when he and Mayor Leo Hess worked together for a technology company. Someday we’ll go to Germanfest and maybe find Leo, again.