We took a walk on the Windmill Scenic Trail this morning
. It’s next to the canyon, which, as you know, is closed until tomorrow. I walked up to the gate posted “Authorized Personal Only” and stopped, at Lynnie’s urging. Thinking about in an obtuse way, I do “Author” a blog. Does that make me “Author”ized? Too big of a stretch, even for me. Had I been younger and with a fearless friend, I surely would have continued to see what’ so well-protected. Anyway, I shot a few decent photos and we had a nice walk. We did spot two wild turkeys in the distance, but they disappeared over the horizon before the Canon could capture them. The canyon looks as if there’s water in the bottom, but it’s the reflection off o the rock channel. Centuries of flow have carved a smooth channel. The caves, is some areas are decorated with pictographs which are unique to us. The nature center has representations of them as well as several dioramas which depict the hunting of buffalo, via buffalo jumps and scenes of the local Native American life.
After lunch, we walked on a gravel road, in and out for about an hour and a half. I must say that we saw virtually Nothing… but gravel. No birds or other wildlife. It’s an eight mile loop, which would put anyone into somnambulation, to say the least. There are shaded rest spots with benches, but that is it.
Lynnie is preparing sauteed yellow crookneck squash and zucchini with onions and sun dried tomatoes and basil. A great side dish which I’m sure she’d share with you… the recipe anyway. I’ve got the Weber Q set up to barbecue our steak.
Oh, while it was cool and foggy, Lynnie made a whole “raft” of chocolate chip cookies. She, not being a fan of chocolate or sweets, has delegated me to take care of the consumption of them. In spite of my whining, it has been a GOOD day. Off tomorrow to Castroville RV Park in the city of the same name.
We woke up this morning to a new desert experience… fog. I had seen it forecast, but was truly amazed when Lynnie got up and opened the blinds. I didn’t realize that there was enough moisture to produce the phenomenon. This journey has yet to fail to amaze me. Very cold weather… snow in places it hasn’t snowed in forty years…heat into the high eighties and now this. The desert country is truly an amazement. Now, in addition, a transformer went out west of the park and we have no power. The electrical guys come from a town east of Del Rio, about a total of eighty miles away. It’ll take them till dark to get it fixed. We can, of course, rely on our coach battery and generator to get us by. It’s in the high seventies now and about the same inside, but a brisk breeze is keeping it tolerable.