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.
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.
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.
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.
2016 marks the 2nd annual North Texas Teen Book Festival. Over 8000 teens attended and I volunteered.
After the festivities, not wanting to face the long lines of traffic, I went geocaching. Sure enough, there were two caches in the general area within walking distance. One, however, warned of construction issues which could prevent locating the cache. The other was 1/4 of a mile away but on the other side of a creek.
I ended up walking in some mud. I deserved it. I took a “short cut” which probably added on an extra quarter-mile. On the other side of the bridge across the creek was a hotel. Next to the hotel ran the creek and a walking trail which was clearly under construction. Bulldozers and piles of mud are big clues.
The cache was obviously located on the other side of the hotel, next to the trail. A nice big oak seemed to mark the location. A convenient set of steps marked a dry way to get to the walking trail from the hotel. At the top of the steps, though, was an obstacle: a headless snake, long enough to stretch across the top step.
I am scared of snakes. I am paranoid of snakes. I know they want to attack me. My biggest fear is that what happened o a friend of mine will happen to me: she had a rattler drop out of a pecan tree and onto her while she was visiting her mother in Weatherford, TX. That’s right. In Texas, snakes fall from the sky!
My first thought was to abandon the cache entirely. My second, and braver, thought was to find a different way down to the trail and up to the tree. So I did.
My shoes were already muddy so it didn’t really matter that I left the paved trail. Then I approached the tree and realized that maybe snakes travel in pairs. Or maybe it was a Mama Snake and her babies were hanging around the roots of a certain oak tree I was heading towards.
The closer I got to the tree, the more paranoid I got. I checked the trail for more snake signs/bodies. I checked the tree for possible snakes up in the branches. I circled the tree carefully, making as much noise as possible. I even turned up my music on my phone to extra loud to make sure any snake in the area knew I was around so it should go away.
I spotted the cache in a knot in the tree. Under normal circumstances, I’d have sent Sweetieheart to go pick up the cache while I stayed safely away from any snakes. Sweetieheart, though, was at home doing homework. It was all up to me.
I thought about giving up the cache. After all, I didn’t need to find it right now. I could bring Sweetieheart by later and he could get the cache while I kept a watch out for any snakes. No, that was not the solution.
So I talked to myself. Over and over again, I repeated “I think I can. I think I can,” while scanning the ground, tree roots, and area for slithering critters.
Make no mistake. I was not whispering these words. I was almost talking out loud because noise scares away snakes. (If you know any differently, DO NOT LET ME KNOW. It works for me!)
I made the grab, signed the log, and replaced the cache.
That’s right. I’m the little cacher who could.
2016 has been a rough year on Sweetie and me. The weather has been perfect for growing allergies leading us both to some bad bouts with sinusitis. Most of our walking has been indoors at Grapevine Mills Mall. One fine weekend, though, we risked headaches, sneezing, and wheezing to walk along White Rock Lake.
It was a beautiful day, drawing out the bikers, strollers, skaters, runners, dog walker, and joggers. The ducks were active on the lake with a nice breeze coming up from the south.
Spring had begun blooming.
Most people paid attention to the signs. (I always read the signs, even if I don’t always follow them.)
In the 20+ years I have lived in Dallas, this was the first time I’d ever been to this end of White Rock Lake. Sweetie and I spent some time admiring the rush of water from the recent spring rains.
I hadn’t even realized that there were more than one set of falls! Nor had I known that there had been a fish hatchery in this area.
I really like this bike fix-it station.
This is the quiet side of the falls.
I ended up learning quite a bit on this 10k walk.
My 2016 resolution: walk all around White Rock Lake!
2016 marks 180 years of Texas Independence which was celebrated at Washington-on-the-Brazos State Park. Sweetieheart and I made the three-hour drive with a brief stop at the CzechStop to pick up some kolaches.
It was a glorious day: temps in the 70s, light breeze, sunny sky with puffy clouds. Reenactors wandered freely. Reenactments. Music. Food. Everything I could ask for on the first day of Spring Break.
We found our first geocache accidentally. It was a Kodak moment and we took advantage of it.
We also found our second geocache accidentally. We were visiting the reenactors’ village when I decided to turn on the geocaching app to find the location of the nearest geocache. It was 140 feet away!
We found our third geocache on purpose. We were circling the zone and I’d already spotted the cache when this couple strode boldly right up to our tree! I cried out, “Hey! No fair! We spotted it first!”
The response? “Oh, are you cachers? We’re new. What are we supposed to do?”
They were absolutely new to the game. They had downloaded the introduction to geocaching app and decided to come to the park to try it out. They had no idea that the park was celebrating Texas Independence. They had no idea of what to do with a cache once it was found.
Sweetieheart showed them how to fill out the log. Then he showed them what was in the cache. Then we showed them how to log a find on the app.
We saw them later circling another cache and we caught up with them at a third cache. The intro app limits the number of caches they can find. I hope they enjoyed the game.
We, on the other hand, felt the day was perfect, from beginning to end. Happy trails!
Believe it or not, it took me three times to find this darned cache!
- I’m short and it’s tall.
- It was dark the first time I tried.
- Danged nano!
- Too many darned muggles!
In January I visited Austin for a teaching conference. I arrived with laryngitis and it only got worse. You see, Austin is Allergy Central of Texas so I moved from allergen-filled North Texas to the even more allergen-filled state capitol.
I knew I wouldn’t be in any shape to explore Austin, especially since the conference began so early in the morning and ended so late in the afternoon. Few volksmarches are available at night.
I had also heard a rumor that there was a walking trail somewhere near my hotel. I don’t know that I found the official trail, but I did find a paved and well-cared-for trail that led around a small, duck-filled artificial lake.