Down among the Sheltering Dunes...

Trip Start Dec 24, 2010
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Trip End Jun 01, 2011


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At Site Twenty-two

Flag of United States  , Texas
Wednesday, February 9, 2011

We were quite pleased this morning to find that the winds had decreased and that we would be able to move on today.  It got down to 14˚ in Carlsbad and our hot water line froze-up or became unthawed, as you wish.  We slept later and got out of town a bit later as a result.  We gassed-up Shorty, thirty-eight gallons and then went across the street and re-filled our on-board propane tank.  It took 14.8 gallons after heating us and cooking some great stuff. Lynnie has been plying me with her gastronomical skills and I think I may have acquired a few extra grams of bulk.  Not to worry, we'll be hiking again soon, plus the extra adipose tissue helps to protect me from the cold.  No rationalization there, just stretchin' the truth.

The trip was uneventful, aside from the first impression we had of Texas. Dirty.  We've not seen so much highway litter in our miles of travel. Apparently there's little pride in keeping their state clean and little care to impress the many of us that visit.  

With a bit of confusion on the part of our Droid Navigator, we made it to Monahans Sandhill State Park.  Enroute, the Droid Lady led us along some side streets with deep "divots" at the corners.  We succeeded in damaging both of the hooks on the towbar cables which attach to Sooby.  Another repair item for the list.  They are held in place by tension from the "curled" cables, but both of the safety catches were removed by impact with the pavement.  Lots of overhang on Shorty... it appears that Length actually is important.  We'll be more careful next time we wander around a new town and not listen to the nasty, tricky lady.  Maybe.
The Park is huge; some forty acres of sand and all that goes with it.  The largest oak forest in the nation is located near here.  It's about forty thousand acres of a small variety of oak tree.  They average only three feet in height, but have roots that go up to ninety feet beneath the sand that they might gather enough moisture to survive.

It's cold here too, about thirty two degrees as I write this at four PM, Central Standard Time.  A new for us.  Lost an hour when we weren't even lookin'...

The information center here has a nice, albeit small, museum of artifacts and facts about the area.  One neat feature is a section of bird info where you can hear the sounds of each one by pressing a button.  We were a bit surprised to see that the Western Meadowlark is among the birds present here.  I love the song of the bird and it made me a bit homesick to hear it.  I realize that there are few of them there now, with winter in full swing.

I took a few photos to give you a feel of the area.  Tomorrow we intend to get out and explore more and get some shots to supplement these.

Once again, thanks for stopping by.  Bratwurst stew is simmering on the stove as I type.  If I had any sense of smell remaining, I could tell you how good it smells and go on and on...
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