After two days of making arrangements and getting things ready, I headed out for Balcones Canyonlands NWR. I dropped Emma off at the kennel first thing, and then got the refuge vehicle loaded with my stuff for an overnight visit. It was over a 250 mile drive that included going through both Houston and Austin. That was enough driving in one day for me, so I made arrangements to stay overnight on the refuge.
I went from the coastal marshes to the Texas Hill Country. What a difference in terrain in one day. I’m here to drop off the little Ford and pick up a big van that will be used at the Anahuac Wildlife Expo on Saturday.
I’m not staying up at the Flying X ranch as I thought I might, but at a different house that is located on refuge property. It’s way up on top of a hill also. One other person is staying here also, so it’s not as lonely and isolated as it could be. There are a bunch of bedrooms, a big kitchen and living room, and two bathrooms. Rather expansive living for me compared to the motorhome. At least I haven’t tried to flush the toilet with my foot yet.
This is the view from the front porch. I’d like to sit outside and enjoy that porch this evening, but the cold front that moved through late yesterday precludes that. Last night and tonight will get down into the thirties.
I did go for a walk this afternoon in the hills, but it’s pretty quiet around here at this time of the year. Although my house mate did say that there is a pretty good sized bunch of coyotes that visit during the night now and then.
Since I don’t drive after dark, I packed two lunches before heading here this morning. One I ate along the way, and the other I just finished for my dinner. No hot meals today, but I think I’ll be stopping at a What-a-Burger on my trip back in the van tomorrow. Haven’t had a What-a-Burger in about five years.
I hope tomorrow’s trip back will be as uneventful as today, although a little less traffic and construction would be nice. Since it’s still a weekday, I know that’s not going to happen.
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy