First Badger Meeting in the US… kinda

I’m participating in the #1000 mile challenge for 2017. Last year there were only three walkers in all of Texas participating. This year we’re up to five walkers in the Metroplex alone. I’m jazzed!

In the UK, participants in the challenge receive a badge to sew on to their clothing or backpacks. (It’s not an option for participants outside of the UK.) While on the trails, they look for people also wearing the badge. This is called a “badger meeting.”

Buddy the Bison is my mascot so when I met with Patricia, a challenge participant from Arlington, I brought Buddy along. Our goal is to get together with other #1000 mile challenge participants in Texas for social events and walking.

We don’t have a badge but we still met. It counts, right?

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The first “badger” meeting in the US was held at a Starbucks in Bedford, TX.

Ye Olde Traine Cache

Sweetieheart and I arrived early to the ballet. What could we do while we waited for the show to begin?

Coincidentally, there is a park across the street from the historic theater in Plano. It’s a lovely park with a bridge, a train, and a geocache.

My father retired from the railroad nine years ago. He started with Southern Pacific Railroad in 1966. He was nineteen. When SP was bought out, he switched to Burlington Northern. I grew up playing among the trains. I love that I got to play with a train for this geocache.

Even though this is rated an easy cache, it took us a while to find it as we avoided muggles and Sweetieheart avoided spiders. The photos posted on the site provided us with the necessary hints we needed.

We had really good seats.

The Russian Dance

Historic Texas: One of the Smallest Parks in the US

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A Crockett Family Grave in Granbury

While we were visiting Granbury, we learned that the smallest state park is located in Acton, only a few miles outside of Granbury (that’s right–Granbury has a suburb!). We just had to visit the gravesite of Elizabeth Crockett.

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The Gravesite of Elizabeth Crockett, Davy’s Second Wife

In case you’re wondering, there’s also a geocache in the area.

Geocaching Mount Capulin

One of the problems with geocaching in this part of the world is the lack of phone signal. Right now I’m using my smartphone to geocache. I could have brought my GPS unit but that wasn’t the focus of this particular trip. The focus was my mom and I didn’t want to lose focus, even if I did spend a day on Capulin.

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Sign of a geocache?

There are four geocaches around Capulin. I thank most earnestly the lovely and dedicated geocachers who hid the caches in this remote part of the country.

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Pile o’ rocks

I’m usually afraid of legless creatures in these kind of geocaching areas. Thank heavens we found a cache and not a snake!

 

 

Historic Texas: Jesse James

Legend has it that Jesse James died and was buried in Granbury, Texas, at the advanced age of 103.

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Who’s in the grave?

In any case, there’s a cache here!

They don’t come much softer than me!

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Stolen off the web…

My Walking Challenge for 2017

I joined to walk 1000 miles in 2016. I’m hoping to make it to 1500 by December 31st because on January 1st I begin my new walking challenge.

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Walk 1000 miles in 2017!

Walking Granbury

Walking Granbury was just a bad idea. It was forecast to be over 100 degrees for each day of the weekend. I had recently been diagnosed with shingles. My husband was unable to accompany us because of a sick cat. But I wanted something fun. School had just started and I already needed a break.

When we arrived, we checked into the hotel. We left the hotel lobby to move our car and it wouldn’t start. As it turns out, the battery was dead. Dealing with the dead battery, we missed the evening walk.

The next day, I determined, was going to be different. We walked the historic Granbury walk after listening to some morning griping from other walkers at the hotel. After a well-earned rest, we visited our favorite restaurant, Babe’s, where I had some of the best catfish I’ve ever had at a restaurant. That evening, Sweetie and I went on the Granbury Ghost Tour, a fun tour for the spooky-minded.

The next day, we visited the Lake Granbury Beach (although I wasn’t allowed into the water–shingles are really contagious!) then visited some geocaches.

I’ll be returning. I like the area.

Walking Mount Capulin

I was on a mission.

The last time I had visited Mount Capulin, I was unprepared. I didn’t eat breakfast. I hadn’t been walking much. I brought my mother who had been experiencing heart problems. I was not ready and I was unable to walk the rim or the crater. I was starving. (I’d forgotten that there was little fast food or even convenience food in this corner of the state.) I was out of breath from the change in altitude. I was out of shape.

This time I was prepared. We’d stopped off at the Subway in Clayton and picked up some sandwiches after eating a hearty breakfast. I have been walking 10ks for almost a year. I left my mom at home. I’d brought a hat and sunblock. We had a full jug of water. We brought snacks. We were regular volksmarchers and we had the volksmarching instructions for the Mount Capulin Walk.

When Sweetie and I first arrived at the Visitor’s Center, we were annoyed to discover that the volcano was closed. Then we learned the utterly cool reason: there had been a landslide. The rangers were clearing the road of the debris. We opted to begin with the vent trail then tackle the rest of the trail if/when the roads were cleared.

It was too much for Sweetie. After hiking the rim, he was unable to walk the crater. I went down by myself. I felt triumphant: Sweetie is 14 years younger than I and I’d outwalked him and I’d walked Capulin.

Yay, me!

 

 

Rose-Dango Walk

Sweetieheart and I experienced our most fragrant walk ever in May at McKinney’s Rose-Dango Blooms Celebration.

We passed through several rose gardens and around several ponds. We walked through Texas prairies and woodlands. Flowers were blooming, birds called their mates, butterflies breezed by, insects and frogs buzzed and thrummed, and the breezes stirred the tall grasses.

Even if there’s no walk, Sweetieheart and I will go to next year’s Rose-Dango.