After the Vanishing Texas River Cruise, we planned on heading into town to poke around a couple of shops and meet up with a photography friend since there was still a couple of hours before we could check in. We headed to the resort to leave one vehicle and went in to let them know we were legit...yay, the room was ready! The lady that checked us in told us that there would be an interpretive program starting shortly called "Shake, Rattle and Coil" - oh yeah I couldn't wait for that one!! Graciously, well maybe not, declining we headed to the room. We were wet, cold, and tired and immediately crawled into our beds with our Kindles and settled down for an afternoon of reading and relaxing.
Our
room is behind the first set of chairs, the windows belong to the room
on the end. End rooms have a private porch, middle two rooms share the
porch accessed through the sliding glass doors. It is a pet and child
friendly place and they have fenced in the porch well to protect the
babies. Unfortunately it was too cold to sit out and drink our wine, so
we stayed cuddled under our covers.
After I warmed up I headed out with the camera for a few minutes.
You can see the effects of the lake level being 29' down.
The one above is glancing to the left, and the one to the right is glancing to the right. Good view where ever you looked.
Nice pool...but for another day. There is a hot tub at the top of the waterfall.
We did rouse ourselves enough to go have dinner at the resort restaurant. Beautiful place with wood burning fireplace, excellent staff, good food, and of course the company was fantastic. Then it was back under the covers with our Kindles and our giggles - hope we never grow up!
The next morning we had a glimmer of hope.
We quickly got dressed and head for breakfast wanting to get in a nature walk before we left. Sigh, by the time we got to the restaurant our blue sky patch was once again gloomy gray, but the dampness was gone so we fueled ourselves up (me on traditional Eggs Benedict) and took off to snoop around the property.
We looked at the rest of the cabins, decided we had the best one, and wandered through the butterfly garden and down the road. It quickly turned to gravel, and wound around to the maintenance building. As we rounded the corner there it was....my rusty truck. Have to find one rusty truck or car where ever we go. I hit the jackpot with this one. Thank you Morrill, Nebraska!
My sponge brain friend says this is probably a 1948-53 model based on the single headlight and two paned windshield. Like I care??? It is a rusty old vehicle, I fell in love immediately. But, thank you, Ed for the information.
One thing I noticed was how clean the lights, windshield and chrome were compared to the rusting truck.
The other thing is the little twirly thingy on the hood in the picture to the right, just above the Chevrolet sign.
Even the guages were rusty and yummy!
The hoses were clean and cared for. I really think that this could be operational if need be, but until then the compartments are being used for storage.
Sigh....Pat was patient but we had planned on a nature walk.
We headed down the road and came to this sign. Pat, being a good obedient citizen went right - I rebelled and broke the rules and went left. Oh my - hope my crimes never catch up with me.
The first thing we found was the Amphitheater where the Shake, Rattle and Coil was NOT held.
Since there was no program going on, Pat stepped up to the plate and gave a riveting lecture on lichen.
I tried to listen, but she was so funny, and then so boring - there is only so much you can say about lichen!
Getting no respect from her audience she took off down a nature trail marked Birds and Butterflies. I woke up with a start and took off after her and looked in vain for either a bird or a butterfly. We did see two critters that scared the bejeebers out of us by making such a racket in the underbrush. There are signs posted that tell us that there are wonderful animals on the resort - from armadillos to feral hogs and wildcats. This little guy and his buddy sounded like a 500 pound feral hog to us.
We continued on without encountering any more dangerous animals but noticed that Valentine's Day is celebrated in the wild too. We found heart shaped cactus everywhere, and the ones that look like someone came through with a cookie cutter.
This poor cedar tree lost its battle and spilled its berries everywhere. Pat loved the purple berries under the white lichen (swear that woman is addicted to lichen!)
Wanna guess what this is?
Down the path we found something to shoot besides lichen in this magnificent "moss" covered tree.
Someone count the rings and tell me how old the tree was before it was cut down.
Texas Vault - you can put your valuables in the middle of this huge (this is a very small part) bramble bush and nobody could reach in for it. Lethal!
R.I.P.
There was a bit of color, even in drought ridden winter Texas.
Love the lines.
So the weekend was running down, and it was time to check out...and here came the sun!
Until next time, listen for those whispers...they have stories to tell you.
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