Remembrance Of Things Past: It’s definitely summer now as we hit 102 degrees yesterday and more of the same is in store today as a heat advisory is in effect for much of Texas. But once, long ago and far away, it was fall and the mountains were cool and the colors were vivid. Maybe these views from the Lost Mine Trail in Big Bend will jog your memory. I have it on good authority that in a few months autumn will return so enjoy the heat while you can.
You may all go to hell and I will go to Texas
Those words didn’t work out well for Davy Crockett and right now with the heat wave it’s like 6 of one and a half dozen of the other. Think I’ll stay in Texas but for a week I’ll have no Internet service so starting tomorrow you get a short break from my nonsense & mayhem. I lost 2 followers yesterday so you’re on your word of honor not to desert me while I soak up sun rays with a pack on my back. I’d tell you to hold your posts until I return but you never listen to me. 😔 I’m here the rest of today (July 27) and back in a week. Luv you all. 💕
Finally! A Blog For Everyone: Who doesn’t love cats? And who doesn’t love feminism? Or hate feminism? Whatever. A new Tumblr blog has you covered. It’s called Confused Cats Against Feminism and features cute, but confused, cats (and some really confused dogs) holding signs expressing their reasons for not being feminists. They made a believer out of me. Or a non-believer. Dang, now I’m a confused chick!
The Rest Of The Way Will Be Only Going Down: All the morning I thought how proud I should be to stand there straight as a queen … Don’t know why I thought of the Sara Teasdale poem The Long Hill as I looked toward the Sierra del Carmen. The path was not nearly level; I knew darn well I was on the crest; and no brambles were caught in the hem of my gown as I wore much more appropriate hiking attire. This is from a high point on the Marufo Vega Trail, my favorite hike in Big Bend. I’ve done it 5 times but who’s counting?
The Long Hill (http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-long-hill/)
Apple Core; Baltimore: I forgot how the rest goes but I don’t want beaned with a horse apple! Flowers were scarce on my new trail but kamikaze grasshoppers were not. I quickly learned to keep my mouth shut (go ahead, guys, say that’s hard for a woman to do!). I found a pillow on the ground, good for lying down to rest or, if the 2 amorous grasshoppers give you ideas, for whatever. I didn’t need to rest and since I was by myself “whatever” wasn’t an option! 💋 😊
Wish I Could Look As Pretty In 100-degree Heat: I’ve found a new trail within driving distance of our house and it definitely shows effects of our heat wave. Dead, dying, and wilted flowers and shrubs abound and yet there’s still a beauty and dignity in plants that somehow survive — and even thrive — year after year in the Texas heat. If I faced the sun as many hours as that without sunscreen they could make a purse or pair of shoes from my leathered hide!
Perfect (Almost) For Skiing: I don’t often see snow on Texas mountains of the Chihuahuan Desert and granted there’s barely enough powder on Sawtooth Mountain (elev. 7,686 ft.) to take the shine off my nose. But then I got there two days after the snow so I was thrilled to see any remnants of it remain. The Davis Mts. are known as Sky Islands because of isolation from other mountain ranges and their elevation above the surrounding plain.
A Little Night (Or Day) Music (This Day In History)
On July 25, 1788, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart entered into his catalog the completion of one of his most beloved works, Symphony Number 40 in G Minor (sometimes called “The Great G Minor Symphony”). It was written in the final years of Mozart’s life, when things were not going well. An infant daughter had died a few weeks earlier, he had moved into a cheaper apartment, and he was begging friends and acquaintances for loans. But in the summer of 1788, he wrote his last three symphonies: Symphony Number 39 in E-Flat, Symphony in G Minor, and the Jupiter symphony. It is not known for sure whether Mozart ever heard any of these symphonies performed.>
From The Writer’s Almanac by Garrison Keillor
The Shortest Route Is Underwater: Often when backpackers hike cross country they follow creeks, canyons, or drainages because that’s the only logical route. But that doesn’t mean it’s without obstacles. This is the trip my husband had me get my feet wet, so to speak, in navigating a wilderness route. I also got my feet wet in a literal sense. The running stream and its waterfalls were breathtakingly beautiful but, added to the ruggedness of the terrain, gave us a few challenges along the way as we climbed and sloshed upstream.
Balanced Rocks; Unbalanced Girl: I don’t know that the girl was totally unbalanced when she caught sight of the balanced rocks, but I can say with authority that she had no clue where she was. This was the b’packing trip where my husband gave me my “final exam” in wilderness navigation. He wouldn’t help me so it served him right we hiked 8-10 unnecessary miles. But my map and compass skills were a lot more “balanced” by the end of the trip 4 days later.
Devil With The Blue Dress On: The devil is Devil’s Hall in Guadalupe Mts. NP. And wearing the blue dress was a sweet, innocent, virtuous saint — that’s me, of course 😇 — except I actually wore dark green shorts. Other than that the description is spot on. Devil’s Hall is a narrow canyon below the Tejas Trail that follows a creek bed most of its length shortly after it passes a horse trail up Guadalupe Peak. There’s enough boulders to keep it interesting but once in the creek the popular hike is fairly flat and alive with color in the fall.
High Country Or Desert? That’s The Question: It’s no secret I love Big Bend more than any other spot on earth but trying to chose a favorite part of it is like choosing a favorite child. I spend more time in the desert (top) but that has a lot to do with people. There are fewer of them there and the quiet and solitude of the backcountry is a big draw for me. But a walk along the Boot Spring Trail (bottom) with The Boot silhouetted against the mountains is part of what also brings me back into the Chisos. So, like I tell my children, it’s a different love but one’s no greater than the other. Unless one of them’s bugging me at the time!