Waltz Across Texas, Visual image of rural Texas in word

Thought I'd blog a little differently today. In light of my coming historical western and for those authors needing research on the Texas landscape in Fall, I've recorded verbal documentation of my trip across Texas.

This past weekend we set out for West Texas to attend my grandmother's funeral. While cloudy, we managed to escape the rain until reaching our destination. We headed northwest on FM 485, a rather straight unimpressive route. Most of the farmland had been tilled in preparation for the next crops, but a few fields still had cotton. Puffy white clouds dotted the dried plants. We passed a large bailer and I wondered if he was on route to one of these crops. Rolled bails of hay lined the pastures. Folks with acreage receive tax breaks if they use their land for agricultural benefit and those not interested in growing crops or ranching will often bail hay. Out front of a two bedroom home with faded, chipped paint, four black gentlemen played bones (dominoes) on a worn out card table. The weather was very pleasant for this activity with the temperature about 89 degrees.

Turning on Hwy 53, I noted tall grain silos. The land was mostly flat, but rich with oak and mesquite trees. One house had a string of laundry hanging to dry. Once we passed Temple, the land became less flat. Rolling hills denoted the edge of hill country. Creek beds were lined with limestone. Vegetation included prickly pear cactus, mesquite, cedar and juniper trees. We crossed the Leon River which looked more like a lake. I believe it feeds into Belton Lake.

West on 84, our drive took us through more hills. The land was wide open with few trees. I saw a herd of sheep, several herds of cattle, but very little farm land. The gold carpet of grass that graced our earlier route changed to a greener shade. Past Goldswaithe, we passed lots of goats. Mills county is known as the goat capital of the world, or so I'm told. One sight made me chuckle as we passed goats that were being herded by a mule.

Past Brownwood (the location for my second historical western btw), the land became very hilly and then suddenly tapered into flat land again. The majority of trees along this route were mesquite. Once we hit Hwy 67, we found farmland on one side of the road and cattle on the other. It's interesting to note that in Texas, farmers and rancher co-exit next to each other. Eventually, we lost the trees to shrubs and the land became very flat and open. By this time the temperature had dropped to 77 degrees.

On Hwy 158. I saw a crop of 6" maize struggling to grow in the hot, dry clime. We passed a dead porcupine. We see so few porcupines, yet the woods must house plenty. Mostly we see racoons, dear, coyote, skunks and possums. You have to be out in the country to see bobcats and other wildlife. The color of the soil had changed from sandy dirt to red. I suspect due to the iron content. Outside of Sterling before Garden City, we found our first oil well. The iron horse bobbed its head up and down in beat to its own steady rythm.

Midland, our destination, was unusually wet. Midland is more likely to receive a dust storm than rain. Most of the houses have tall fences to help block the sand and the tumbleweeds. As a child, I remember playing in the sand dunes, acres of nothing but sand between Midland and Odessa. Sage is a favorite shrub tree and I now have one in my own yard because I remember fondly the purple blooms.