March 6…. Goodbye hill country 🙁

We left Guadalupe River State Park and the central Texas hill country yesterday and headed west. Well, more northwest, but whatever.

Drove through lots of hills and even what I’d call mountains for a while, but all of a sudden it got flat. Like crazy flat. Maybe WAY off in the distance I can see some hills, but all the way out it’s flat as a pancake and mostly farmland. If there’s a tree, it means there’s a house there. Every now and then there’s a “river” crossing. Bridges that might be 200-300 yards long and 20-30 feet off the ground, and then we flash across a rocky dry gulch, or maybe a tiny bit of moving water 6 feet across. Barely a creek. But I guess they must have real water some of the time, to need the huge bridges. But not right now.

One cool thing we found as we rolled into the campground… there’s a herd of buffalo here! I love buffalo, almost (but not quite) as much as a I love moose. Susy was hollering at me the whole time I was sneaking up on one to take a picture. Everyone knows that buffalo are just like big cows and would never harm humans. All the videos from Yellowstone of buffalos throwing people around are probably fake. 😉 (it’s ok Sara, there was a stout fence between me and them 🤣)

I went outside last night. It was dark. I mean DARK. Barely a glow on the horizon in any direction. There’s only one other camper in sight and he’s buttoned up tight. Too cloudy to see good stars, but we’ll see tonight.

This area is kinda beautiful in its own way, but not a place I’ll come back to, just passing through. I already miss the hills and trees we left. 🫤