Let it begin:
Roger and I recently went camping with our friends Gideon and Jeana. Before we left, we threw (literally) all of our camping gear in the back of their SUV and headed out for a weekend of roughin' it in Colorado Bend State Park.
You can tell we're roughing it because we're sitting at a picnic table, waiting for our water to boil so that we can consume the Maple & Brown Sugar Quaker Oats. You can also tell we're roughing it because I had forgotten to take off my makeup the day before, and mascara is smeared under my eyes. Jeana is sitting across from me, gallantly attempting to be studious and read her bible. Roger and Gideon are probably somewhere else, comparing gear.
See? How hard we were working and how difficult the trails were?
Between Roger and me, we took about fourteen pictures of this same waterfall. In fact, we were so enthralled with it that Roger recorded the sound of the waterfall, for your viewing and listening enjoyment:
Yes, we ARE aware that it sounds like static. What else did you expect it to sound like?
Proof that I married a hottie.
Upon a little exploring and a walk that was much further than we had expected, we discovered these springs. It was 90 degrees outside, which is hot for camping and especially hot for backpacking. The springs were welcomed, and we nearly lay prostrate in them.
It happened again.
Notice the terrain behind us. For those of you who have never been to Texas, this is a good lesson to learn: in Texas, it is FLAT. Please do not be under the illusion that you might see any mountains or hills when arriving by plane, train, or automobile. If you do, you are in the wrong state.
We backpacked to and made camp at this place called Windmill Farms. Or, Windmill Something Or Other. Can you guess why?
Also, the trees! So thorny!
While backpacking, we ran into a pack of wild dogs! Apparently, they overcame domesticated pets and devoured them. But not before stealing their collars and wiggling into them. Because everyone needs to accessorize. See the pearls in my ears? Perfect example.
The wild dogs pummeled me and knocked me to the ground. Considering I was top-heavy, this wasn't a difficult task. Roger couldn't resist taking a picture before helping me up.
Good thing it wasn't Halloween weekend. This full moon would have freaked me out. I was already wide awake, on the lookout for scorpions and snakes that were surely hiding in the bottom of my sleeping bag. And by the way, if Roger and I have little boys, and if we take them camping, and if their father buys them plastic snakes to play with, and if I find such plastic snakes in my sleeping bag, or for that matter, anywhere else in my vicinity, they should all be aware that I will die young, from a heart attack, caused by plastic snakes.
My husband, also known as Hercules, showing off his strength and wooing the women. The women, being me. Because sometimes I'm plural.
After a hard weekend of camping, we stopped at the Texas Stop Sign for lunch. And ice cream. We love having friends that like to go camping and backpacking as much as we do!!
