TEXAS HILL COUNTRY HEAVEN Part 2

After a brief rest and lunch at our little cabin at FoxFire Cabins, we decided to make a drive around the area. This decision was spurred by his need for painkillers for a backache, none of which we had. I had read in the cabin’s journal (I LOVE how cabins like this leave a journal for people to write their experience in. Reading these journals is always how I end up spending our leisure time) that the best place to go for gas and pharmacy needs was Leakey, a town about thirty minutes away over the hills.

As it turns out, we didn’t make it that far without getting distracted by a geocache (GC2RBDW, or “Hummingbird Haven in Lost Maples”) that also had two bonus features: it was located near several hummingbird feeders that were very active, and near a general store, albeit more pricey than buying Ibubrofen in Leakey. J stayed outside with his camera and tried to get pictures of the 5-6 different types of hummingbirds around the feeders, but the pictures didn’t turn out that good. We really need to win the lotto or make some good bank to buy this guy a decent lens for the camera. The cache was a quick and easy find, although of course I made it take longer than it should have.

After this, we headed out in earnest, west along 337 to Leakey, geocaching along the way. Several of the caches we stopped at went like this: park along the shoulder on a pull out, walk a short distance up a rise in a hill along a fenceline, find a small cache, sign your name, and look at the view. Take a picture if you remembered the camera. Here is my obligatory “I can see for miles and miles” picture.

When we got into Leakey, we experienced a little bit of caching frustration. We had stopped to find one that seemed to not match the hint and be on some form of private property, turns out the coordinates were like 1000 ft off and the cache was actually two blocks away, how annoying. On this annoyance, and on a quest for gas stations and other interesting diversions, we came into the main intersection in town and immediately got distracted by the prospect of interesting wood working and sausages on a stick.

We had stopped to find a cache at this location featured in this photo, at a place called the Hog Pen, and the smell of meat slowly cooking in a pit was too much for us, although it had only been a couple of hours since our peanut butter and jelly time. He ordered the sausage, and I could not resist trying their boudin balls, although he commented later, and now I agree with him, that they always look and sound interesting but really, they aren’t that good. While we were waiting for the food to cook (apparently the balls needed to be warmed up), we walked the dogs across the street to Catahoula Woodworks, where we each took turns going in to look at the shop, and the shop owners took turns coming out to pet our dogs.

After, or as we, ate our naughty snacks, we found a cool quick geocache over by a popular bikers’ hangout. Apparently this area caters to their tourist niche – motorcycle enthusiasts who call this area we stopped at “The Three Sisters“, for the three roads around here that offer spectacular rides. It’s actually been voted #1 ride by Ride Texas Magazine.

We put gas in the truck here in Leakey, then headed south, to Garner State Park. Here, our mission was to get a second leg on our TPWD Geocache Challenge Passport by finding the special cache here. We used our state parks pass to get our day admission (during which ANOTHER park ranger flirted with my man, I swear they all want him. This turned into a long standing joke about “mounted park rangers” that has amused us for some time) and then headed down to the main parking lot by a visitors center and camping area to access the Wild Horse Creek Trail. Our TWPD geocache find was 0.20 miles up this “moderate” trail. Nice, quick, fun, easy. But then, we both wanted to hike more, so when he suggested we continue another 0.20 to another cache, sure!

What neither of us realized, I guess, because we didn’t have a park map with us, was that in order to get to this other cache, we were going to have to continue to the end of the Wild Horse Creek Trail (about 0.48), then turn left on the Foshee Trail, which was not a moderate trail, and especially not at this intersection, but a “difficult” trail. That trail kicked our butts! It was steep, with loose rocks, and a heck of a climb for us lowlanders. We stopped to catch our breath several times there towards the end. But finally, we reached “Diane’s Patio”, and the cache we were looking for.

Here are some photos of that hike. Story to be continued later, kids are awake and whiny.

TEXAS HILL COUNTRY HEAVEN part 1

Now time for a more recent adventure…

We had one weekend left until the children came back from vacation with their father, and we had opted to sneak out of town for one last romantic adventure until we were a family of four, and not just the two of us. The weekend was wide open – I was cruising getaway airfares, contemplating different destinations – but we were also considering making a geocaching event south of San Antonio, so we had concentrated some attempts in that general direction. We also had some ideas about returning to Lost Maples State Park. We had been there last summer during this great road trip I have slowly been writing about, and promised ourselves we would go back. We were also very interested in finding a dog-friendly destination, as the dogs had been cooped up a lot lately.

He asked me if I had “that list of cabins near Lost Maples” that he had sent me at some undetermined time last year, even though he was unsure if he sent it via email or during a chat session. I had no idea what he was talking about, but was obsessively googling pet-friendly cabins near San Antonio and Lost Maples, and I found the website of something that sounded just like what we were interested in. I sent it to him over chat, and he says, “oh, you found it!”. Coincidence? Or some kind of hidden meaning…whatever it was, I decided to go with it, and that is how we ended up at FoxFire Cabins for the weekend.

After a long drive the night before after work, in which we saw at least two dozen whitetail deer along the backroads, we ate our breakfast, then hurried out for a morning hike in Lost Maples State Park. FoxFire is just one mile down the road from the park , so it was a short drive, but we had to do it almost twice because I forgot our Texas Parks and Wildlife Department passport. See, we’ve been working on this little geocaching challenge they got going on, where if you find the special cache hidden in each of the state parks, and prove it by marking your card with the special marker in each cache, and answer a question about an indigenous animal from the parks by using a clue card in each one, and then send the passport in when you have found ten of the twelve in each region, you can get a nifty coin and bragging rights. We finished the Houston region a few weeks back, and didn’t want to miss the chance to work on the Hill Country region.

The hike to this particular cache in Lost Maples was about two miles round trip. Along the way, we had to cross several streams, which we remembered last year as being much higher. This area of Texas has been hit very hard with this year’s drought. We saw evidence of this all over the region. This park had more water than any of the other parks we saw, though. When we got to the “ponds” section, there was enough water in the pond to go swimming in, if you didn’t mind a marshy entrance. We saw little trickles of water along the creek banks.

After we found the cache, we sat for a while on a bench near the ponds and watched the birds with the binoculars. There were several very large cardinals, males and females, flitting about. Two birds lingered in the branches above us, and were very curious and unafraid, even with our three dogs near our sides. They came within a few feet of us, watching us quizzically from the ground or branches right above us. After much discussion and comparison later, we determined that these were olive-sided flycatchers.

After this pause for reflection, we walked back to the truck, then drove back to the cabin for lunch and brief lounging before getting back in the vehicle for more exploring. I will have to write about those adventures later, though. I have the cold nose of a dog nudging me to go for a walk, and my baby to snuggle, before my kids get home in a couple of hours. I hope to post more regularly soon about not only this trip, but the ones that came before it, and the ones that will come after.

Travelogues: Amarillo By Morning (Colorado by Night)

On the second day of our epic journey last summer, we spent half the day exploring Palo Duro State Park, in the places and ways I described below. We left around lunch time, heading first to Rudy’s Barbeque, then to Cadillac Ranch.

Neither of us were too interested in being a typical tourist, but both of us had grown up in Texas and never seen this place, so out of curiosity and some kind of state obligation, we walked the dogs from the parking area up the hot, dusty path to the graffitti-covered cars half buried in the Texas Prairie. It helped that by going there and answering a question about one of the cars, we fulfilled a requirement for a virtual geocache.

There were one or two other caches over this way, one of them being a “travel bug hotel” that we wasted too much time DNFing (not finding), and we were a little frustrated when we got back on the road.

New Mexico solved that frustration for us, though. Man, was that a pretty part of the drive. We took this back road instead of the main highway, which was closer to the Cadillac Ranch exit, and I am so glad we did, because if we hadn’t, we would have missed this cache:

GC1DMZF Valley of Gold

I think this cache was awesome. I can’t believe it has so few finds (only 16 finds in the past 3 years). Sure, it is on private property (some people ignore those ones), but it says right there on the cache page they are the owners, and give permission. This is how this cache went for us:

We were winding around this little dirt road in the middle of nowhere. He really had to go to the bathroom, and was looking for a “wilderness privy”. We finally stopped on this little deserted road somewhere, and he took care of his business while I started walking towards the cache site. Arriving, I took a deep breath and looked around me, seemed like I could see for miles. The cache was a big ammo can, which I love, and was not hard to find, which are also my favorites. He came on over, too, took some pictures, and we checked out the natural foliage of the area. Seemed like we had the place to ourselves this day, and we were rich with experience, closeness, and experience. Caching gold.

After this, we drove up the road a little ways, heading towards Colorado. It had been hot and dusty in Texas, but now skies started to darken with distant storms, and the wind began to pick up. Just before the storm broke, though, we were lucky enough to sneak up to the Capuchin Volcano area just before closing. The temperature was dropping, it was getting close to the gates being closed, and between those things and the intensity of the wind, there was a strong sense of urgency to our mission. We really wanted to make it to the top, though, and to be able to log the caches that we needed to get some answers from up there to fulfill the requirements of. We were rewarded with a great view from the top once we got there, and the finds we were looking for.

After that, it started to drizzle a little. Clouds begin to make their way across the sky in interesting and unusual shapes. We stopped for a cache at the Colorado state line, and I took a picture with my hair blowing in the wind that he has been using as his background picture on his phone this whole year since. We ended up getting to Colorado Springs late at night.

I wasn’t really expecting such an emotional reaction from entering that town. I thought I was taking him to a place that holds a lot of residual emotion to me, but I forgot how much of that emotion was connected to the courtship and eventual marriage to the man I met here. Most of my time in this town was spent goofing off with this guy, who my divorce had just become final from just a few days before this trip, after twelve difficult years together. There was always a lot of regret about leaving this place, but on this trip, I wanted to show my new love the reasons I would have wanted to stay.

Travelogues: Amarillo By Evening

In planning the great western road trip starting in Houston, there are a few choices on how to reach the scenic vistas of the west. One way out is to head through Amarillo. We weren’t on a quest to see cities, though, we were on a quest to experience state and national parks, and to camp everywhere. I had heard from a friend years ago that Palo Duro State Park was one of the prettiest places she had ever seen, so we set our overnight sights on this.

But then we had to get there. And we have a real talent for turning road trip drive times into easily twice as long as they should be taking. Mostly this is because of geocaching, but at the same time, it is kind of the point of our journey, and it helps us to get out and really experience the places we are driving by, plus the dogs have to go to the bathroom sometime, right? We only stopped for eight or nine geocaches, but somehow that put us in Amarillo around dinnertime. The most memorable was GC242PKL, “Lonestar, Where Are You Out Tonight?”. This one was named after a Norah Jones song, which just happened to come on our music player in the car as we were driving away from it, eery, huh? This picture is from one of the caches along the way, perhaps that one.

After stopping for Subway sandwiches in Amarillo, we started trying to find our way to Palo Duro. Now, I should explain that there was some difficulty planning this trip because we didn’t know when we would be able to leave town, due to some exhusband and childcare issues. Anyways, the point is, we did not have camping reservations, but I had called at one point and they said the office would be open until ten pm and it was first come first serve on the camping and there would most likely be spots available.

What we DIDN’T know was 1) that we just happened to be going to Palo Duro when they were having a big bike race and 2) when they said there would be spots available, they didn’t specify they would not be camp sites, but in the overflow parking lot, tent to tent with strangers, and 3) that when they had you pay for this parking spot, they also did not specify that the bathrooms would be locked from 11 pm to 7 am. So no bathrooms, no privacy, very little nature. There were raucous, interesting people having wild times in that parking lot tonight, when we, on our “honeymoon” camping trip first night together, just wanted to get naked and close.

Which we did anyway, because my attraction for him is shameless. However, I should also mention that this was our first time camping in the same tent together, and he set up the two person tent, and we had 120 pounds of dog with us. I looked at the tent and just laughed, not seeing how all four of us were going to fit in that tent together. And he was right, we did, but his dogs were awful close during our delicious closeness. Ever since this trip, I joke about how his dogs and I have quite an intimate relationship.

Anyways I digress. Point is that night had an element of weirdness to it. But in the morning, we let it all go in pursuit of trying to get a good time lapse video of the sunrise. We walked and walked down this road in the park trying to find a good spot, which really in a way chafed us because normally we would have been able to drive down the road looking, but the gate into the park from where we were camping was locked until the park officially opened. We ended up losing time to the walk, but finally we found a spot to set up the camera. Then we went down a path behind the camera, silent with the sunrise, and surprised a herd of bighorn sheep, who took off along a ledge with amazing balance and beauty.

After our sunrise video was complete, we walked back to our camping spot and had some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, spread with his pocket knife in leiu of more proper equipment and slices of jalapeno cheese bread that I had bought at Buccees on the way up and was with us for way too long on this road trip. Then we took off to go exploring and geocaching in the park, which had officially opened.

We had to keep weaving around bikers, and there was some frustration about not knowing which trail we needed to get on as well. After this experience, I recommend loading custom maps of the park trails overlayed on top of the loaded geocaches on the GPS unit, so one can know for sure which trail they need to be on. We spent two hours driving around and made aborted attempts on trails before we finally got on the Sunflower Trail, which took us most of the way to the cache we had been focused on: GCHCGB, “Turkey Roost”.

After finding this cache, we were done with the park and this part of our journey. We left a lot more to explore out there, but we were on our way to Colorado at this point. The rest of the story will have to come later.