Slashing like a cowboy chasing "doggies" through the brush, I came roaring back from a 6-1 deficit to tie the score of the Palo Duro Canyon Cribbage Open 7-7. The Bunny called a halt to the games Sunday night, so we waited until Monday morning to play the deciding game. Scoring at will, she was at the top of her game. She was counting sixteenies, dozelitos, and even one veinte y cuatro in her crib. How sad she must have been when I left her once again two pegs out (a Moses we call it). She held her chin up high though (she's a much better sport than I am; it's just a game to her.), and promised to avenge herself once we crossed the Kansas State Line. Sunday morning we drove into Amarillo to a mega church called Hillside Christian. They are televised, have five campus's around the area, one as far as Lubbock. The dynamic, young lead pastor (Tommy Politz) spoke on tithing, citing verse after verse defending Christ's position on supporting the church. More than once, he challenged his parishioners to give to another church if they thought his motives were tarnished. He was very convincing. The surroundings were plush, brand new, lively, and the thousand seat auditorium was packed with believers. The music was loud, upbeat, electric Christian rock. We were welcomed by a friendly gal at the newcomer's booth. She gave us a free voucher for coffee while we waited for the 9:30 service to conclude. While not our usual worship service, we were impressed by the obvious passion and vibrant life present in the church. It's really been fun to visit churches along our way. Take a last look at Palo Duro Canyon. We thought it was a great place where life is good, especially today.
Texas long horns on display. The canyon ranch once had one hundred thousand of these roaming around.
Two hundred miles long, Palo Duro is second only to the Grand Canyon in length.
The canyon has a few hoodoos, most famously the Lighthouse.
Layered rock, just like in Utah, but less iron ore, which means more brown than red.
The cowboy dugout, an example of where cowboys lived as they tended the long horns.
Fire place, stone walls, checkerboard, and beds. Comfortably built under ground.
I didn't get it, but the Texas sky was soft and puffy along the Paseo Del Rio Trail.
These two were part of a herd of about six, including a nice five-point buck. I didn't have the camera at the ready to catch the ten or so turkeys high jinxing around our trailer this morning. Notice Fric and Frac in the way back. This camp ground was full when we left for church Sunday morning and empty when we returned. Have we thanked you teachers lately?
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