As busy summer turned to less frenetic fall, the road beckoned me and I was off on a tramp. My wandering brought me to Great Sand Dunes National Park (first eight photos above) and Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park in Colorado. Last year Gary and Phyllis took us to the Dunes Park when we visited them in Red River. Until then I didn’t know it existed. Our visit was little more than a drive by and I wanted to go back and do a little exploring, which I did. I didn’t do the park justice but I did scramble up the dunes which would have tuckered out better men than me. Spending the night there, I got to try out for the first time the tent I bought. It is designed to go on the back end of an SUV such as the Pathfinder, with the rear door up. When I camped out in the Pathfinder last year in Big Bend, I found the back of the Pathfinder a little cramped. When I found this SUV tent, I thought it might give me just enough extra room so I could stretch out. It did, but the wind got up during the night and made me think I’d made a mistake. I backed into my space in the campground so the vehicle rear end wasn’t facing other campers. The afternoon and evening were calm but the wind picked up during the night. The prevailing south winds form the dunes as they blow sand up the San Luis valley and dump it when they encounter the little Sangre De Cristo mountains cul de sac. My tent was facing the mountains but the wind kicked up out of the east blasting down the mountain side directly at the tent. I probably didn’t secure the bottom part of the tent that goes under the rear bumper as well as I should have and the wind, which didn’t blow steadily but came in terrific gusts, would pull the tent bottom up and join me. I could have tolerated the wind whipping around the inside of the Pathfinder, snug as I was in my sleeping bag, but the loosened tent flapped around all to be damned creating a lot of noise and I finally had to get up, take the tent down and button up in the cramped Pathfinder. I had no such problem on the next three nights, though, and found that the tent performed as I had hoped. It also allowed me to get better ventilation when I tied back the solid outer flaps and just zipped up the inner mesh insect screen. Continue reading “October tramp”
Rain, finally
We have been dry as a bone on SA for going on two months, but that changed Saturday afternoon, thanks to Kari. It always rains when she tries to have a party, especially a birthday party. It was Li’l r’s birthday party that triggered the deluge. Six or seven little girls showed up anyway and the puppy-themed party, originally planned for outdoors, was confined to the house. Joyce, Barbara and I were invited and we braved the shrieking for some hotdogs and cake. I think the little devils, uh, angels enjoyed themselves. At least it sounded like they did. Kari was wise to limit the time to 4-6. When it came time for parents to pick up their children it was raining still so Chris stationed himself at the gate and called Abigail when a parent drove up. Abigail and I teamed up to escort each little girl under an umbrella so that they were delivered to their parent reasonably dry. We have learned to avoid letting people drive down to the house, especially when the ground is wet.
Saturday morning Joyce, Barbara and I attended the Wildcat Bluff Nature Center fundraiser. It was a cooking competition among half a dozen local restaurants. The chefs were supposed to use at least some ingredients that might be found at the nature center, such as wild plums, prickly pear leaves and/or fruit, lizards and toads, and so on. The neighbors and the Lopez clan also came so our family had a pretty good showing. We were expecting small samples but were presented with entrees. I paced myself to I could visit each booth and sample everything. The chefs really outdid themselves and their offerings were delicious. Oh, some appealed to different tastes better than others. Chris liked the roast dove but I found it too gamey. There were pork ribs, grits, biscuits, gelato, jalapeño thingies, and some very tasty deserts. I tried to find out what was in the various dishes but I don’t remember much of what I was told. I do remember I liked everything I tried. There was a panel of judges that awarded a trophy to the winner they selected and the attendees also voted on their favorite. This was the first fund raiser of any kind for the Bluff since the hiatus and the weather was cool and a little rainy. Nevertheless, we had a good crowd and, hopefully, raised a little money. I suspect I am not the only one encouraged to visit the restaurants represented there. I plan to seek out even the establishment serving coffee. These are people trying to get a coffee shop going and maybe they’ll offer a good alternative to the chain stores.
Joyce and Rebecca weren’t there when I got home Friday evening. They had gone to fetch some dinner and returned about the time I emerged from a much needed shower. The rest of the Zbindens were in Lubbock watching Abigail and her mates demolish the Lubbock Coronado team. I spent the week on a tramp that took me to Great Sand Dunes and Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Parks. It was a good trip. Everything fell into place and the attractions met expectations. I will expand on this in a coming post.
Trip to Garland
It was hotter than blazes in Garland when we visited the Wylies, et al, and thus we hunkered down under the AC, mostly. We did, however, attend the funeral of Joyce’s friend Joyce Johnson. Mrs. Johnson had cancer and it finally got the best of her. While Joyce had attended one or two black funerals, it was my first. The presiding pastor announced it was a homecoming celebration rather than a time for mourning, or some such thing. Like the air conditioning in the small South Dallas church, the PA system didn’t work very well. There was a large and participatory group of celebrants. Recently there has been a black couple attending the church service Joyce and I go to and I’ve wondered how they felt among a congregation of palefaces. At this funeral, the white folks could be numbered on the fingers of one hand but I didn’t feel as though I stood out, even though I’m sure I did. Anyway, there was a lot of back and forth between whoever was speaking and the attendees. The piano player was imaginative and enthusiastic, and though she meandered around, I think she stayed in the same key. Continue reading “Trip to Garland”
Labor(less) Day
Friday evening the neighbors had a weenie roast. The guests were Abigail’s volleyball teammates and their parents, at least some of them. The occasion was, well, there wasn’t one. Kari said each family is supposed to host a “dinner”, which means there will be a lot of dinners since there are 12 players. Kari drew the short straw, I guess, and had to go first. It was really a nice evening. There were some clouds in the west that kept the sun off early on and the evening was comfortable, just about right for an outdoor get-together. Another mother organized the whole thing and people chipped in with drinks and dishes, so Kari didn’t have the whole thing on her shoulders. Joyce and I showed up for hotdogs and left when it was smores time. Continue reading “Labor(less) Day”
Winding down
We’re winding down the summer here on SA. Days are getting shorter, nights are getting cooler and school started this week for the neighbor kids. Someone stuck a sign next to the 2005 driveway saying Home of Future Tascosa grad, or something along that line. They must do that for the athletes. I can’t think they would do it for everyone likely to graduate from THS. Abigail seems to have survived her first week of high school, even having to be a VB practice at 6:30 each morning. An Li’l r reported no problems managing her first week of third grade. No report yet on how the Wylie girls fared, but no doubt they handled everything with their customary aplomb. Continue reading “Winding down”
































