Big Bend National Park Texas
On our way to Big Bend
Big Bend National Park is a part of Texas I’d always wanted to visit. Also a place lots of other folks visit particularly during spring break time. It’s a long way from anywhere but I planned a week off work, reserved a cabin in Terlingua, and husband had gone shopping for pancake mix, bacon, and coffee for breakfasts. He had also bought a new dirt motorcycle for me.
We got off about 10:30 in the morning and stopped for a picnic lunch around 1:30 just west of Columbus. One of our favorite sights along the road west of Houston is the wind farm. Three armed windmills stand like sentinels on the bluffs in much the same fashion as Indians on the bluffs in the old Western movies. We drove until near dusk and stopped at Junction Texas. The clerk directed us to a nice Mexican restaurant that evening. The next morning we discovered two other couples in the dining area. One had forgotten her glasses and her husband had to identify all the little packets—jelly, peanut butter, creamer, sugar, etc. The other couple didn’t understand ‘rotate’ the waffle grill, tilting the grill at a ten degree angle after licking all the serving spoons. Good thing stomachs are acid and kill pretty much anything that comes their way.
We finished up a book on CD just as we drove through Marathon. Fifteen years earlier, we had convinced our three boys we should hike over to the base of some nearby mountains. They were just a hundred yards or so away we thought. But in reality, those mountainous hills were at least ten miles or more away with a deep canyon in front of them. We decided to hike out to Dog Canyon instead, fairly flat and marked with rock cairns. A Jack rabbit surprised us but the trip was otherwise quiet and allowed for reflection. Some of the river bed was still quite wet—from the recent snowstorm. The rocks were still rather rough and tumbled all about the river bed similar to Rocky Mountains but not as smooth. One interesting thing was a bee hive located in a small cave on the canyon wall. The buzzing of the bees echoed through the canyon walls and sounded as though they were right next to us.
We ate dinner at the Starlight Saloon in Terlingua Ghost Town—–lots of garlic and wonderful guacamole. e both cleaned our plates and were sound asleep before 8 that night.
See the photos of the first day here.
Tomorrow I’ll post the second day.