Hill Country on the way to Camp Wood, Tx.
After 5 weeks of looking, Pat and I finally find a Melita
filter, the white ghost of the black one I left in LA.
Sunset outside of Del Rio, Tx.
This gentleman rides his fixed gear bicycle around Del
Rio, Tx as a Little Ceasars employee. He's advertising
with his back wheel!
Just a few of the wonderful sheep we visited with in
Sanderson, Tx as we stayed with Judge Leo Smith and
his parents. We heard about their house from our bike
friend, Jeremy. Jeremy said we might be able to stay with
these people. As we rolled into town, the only information
we had was that we should look for a house, the last house
on the left, with a retired couple whose son was the county
judge. The house would also have an amazing garden...As we
started looking two teenage boys on the cross-country team
began chasing us and asking questions. They proved to be
of little help in finding the house. But, with luck, we found the
house and were indeed invited to stay the night.
One perfect kittne that I discovered at Judge Leo's house.
Pat is snubbed by a one week old kitten.
The house in Sanderson had two litters of one week old
kittens and another little of one month old calico kittens!
In Sanderson, yellow onions from the garden are hung to
dry.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Hill Country Texas to West Texas.
Photos from Sanderson, Texas to Kingston, New Mexico.
Pat gazes into the waters in Sanderson, Texas.
Pat and DD, a hitchhiker we met, enjoy breakfast in the
outdoor kitchen of our Marathon sleep-site.
Pat being dangerous on the roof!
Here's the bathroom in the Alpine, Tx library. The library
was located in a small old house. There were book spines
glued to the bathroom wall.
Outerspace as experienced at the Mcdonald Observatory
in the Davis Mountains. The days ride was very rigorous
so we treated ourselves with a trip to the moon.
We met a friendly rattlesnake in the middle of the
highway. I call his Nate the Snack. After hearing his rattle
a few times we prepared to flee while throwing stones
toward the snake so that it would move out of the road way.
We were successful! The snake slowly slithered away from
its morning nap.
The rattlesnake we met also looked like a pretzel. It was
about 3 feet long when it unraveled.
Leaving Kingston, we face off with a confused herd of
cattle. Pat makes a good cowboy and wrastles those cows
onto the shoulder.
Pat and "Captain"Jack Crawford at the Kingston museum.
Here is Dr. Pepper, a Kingston city resident who
non-chalantly roams the main street looking for his
owner.
Blast from the Past: Stef's photos from Kingston, NM etc.
Pat and I look sweet on the Kingston City Fire truck. Robert
took us out for a ride between the two cattlegaurds.
Here's the sign for the "Spit and Whittle Club" of Kingston.
Our host, Robert, is a member of this club that formed in
the 1880. The club members are no longer allowed to Spit
or Whittle. They have an annual budget of about 4,000
dollars.
Our host, Robert. He's also the fire cheif, mayor, and
the person in charge of the Kingston community calender.
How Cute!
