Like good cow pokes, we pulled outta Luckenbach as Homer would say just as the rosy fingers of dawn peeked over the horizon. Before long we were staring into the fierce golden eye. Every eye shading mechanism we could find we used. And then, thankfully we turned. Before we knew it we had driven from the thick live oaks of the hill country to the fresh smelling piney woods of East Texas. We arrived at the farm about two. The owner, Chuck, met us at the gate. We set up, chatted awhile and that was that. Judy and I took a 3.5 mile walk down the farm road in front of the farm. We showered, played a game of crib, in which I won $.12, and enjoyed a fine farm dinner of pork chops, steamed veggies, and fried sweet potatoes. Because of the nearby ponds, there's lots of forest noises: frogs croaking, bugs whirring, and land animals crackling through the dry leaves. Oh, and cheep, cheep, cheep of the birds. It looks like a great hide out. It's of no concern to us. We're off again at dawn for Jackson, MS. We'll pray for continued traveling mercies, and in the meantime we will spread our arms wide, gratefully welcoming a life that is good, especially today.
One of Chuck's ponds. Haven for the wild of Texas.
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