Notes along the Way, February 2013

Feb 6, 2013

Congress, AZ

How many shades of purple are there? After an evening walk in Congress, AZ, I really don’t believe that there is a finite answer to that question. Everywhere we looked were more varieties of pink, purple, blue. Mountains. Clouds. Sky. Plants. All were bathed in some shade of delight.

The walk was about more than “purple mountain’s majesty,” we were paying a visit to Methuselah.  Methuselah has made a previous blog appearance. She is the 3000 year old saguaro.  The old lady needs some of her many arms supported by wooden frames, but others are stout and strong, pointing skyward. She is not only a thing of beauty; Methuselah houses a village of birds. Who knows how many generations of wrens have made their home here. The oldest saguaro in Arizona is in the middle of the cactus garden of North Ranch, the Escapees RV Park in Congress. Many of the full/part time residents have worked to cultivate and label a surprising number of specimens. Paths wind through the garden and a bridge takes you over the wash that must have a vast amount of water pour through on occasion. I really hated to see the final rays of sun… until the stars began to show up!

Seems there’s always something to see.

ADDED NOTE: We saw more than scenery while in Congress. We met with a realtor and toured several houses that Russell had found online. We feel in love with one and made an offer which was accepted. So on our first stop from Vegas the 6-month trip to the east coast got a significant alteration.

Feb 8-9, 2013

El Paso

Our first task crossing into Texas was to get the van inspected. We had registered by mail to have the Texas plates, but no inspection sticker at all could get us stopped and ticketed on the interstate.  

We got settled at the Mission RV park before going to visit our nephew and his family, Michael, Stephanie, Parker and Woody. Michael has been stationed at Ft. Bliss for about 6 years. We always enjoy seeing him and the family. This time we got to meet Woody, their Jack Russell mix and they got to meet our Jack Russell mix, Wally. Mix is an important word here because the dogs look nothing alike; they are both white with spots. End of that story.  They had a blast chasing each other and Parker in and out of the house. We enjoyed homemade hamburgers, a rare treat when abiding by Weight Watchers. This trip we stayed for 2 nights to enjoy more of the fun.

Feb 12, 2013

Pilot Point

We arrived in Denton on an especially chilly damp day after a long drive from Big Spring. (We stayed in Big Spring once many years ago. I saw no improvement.)

We stopped long enough to get Wally a much-needed grooming and have lunch before heading out to visit our friends the Atnips. They have a new home in a beautiful location, pure horse country. Horse country is defined by the type of pastures, the type of fencing, and usually the size of the estate. Horse country homes are estates, cow country homes are ranches, at best, but they are usually more acreage. Anyway, leaving Denton to arrive in this rolling countryside feels like way more than the 15 miles it really is. Larry and Vicki don’t have horses, but their home fits right in with the feel of an estate. We enjoyed an evening of their hospitality.

Feb 15, 2013

Arlington

We are hanging out at the Treetops RV park, getting some business out of the way. It has been good to rest and get organized from the long trip from Vegas.

We have taken Wally on several walks in the park and nearby neighborhood. The terrain, landscape, and feel of the area is so different from the desert of Nevada. Daffodils are popping up along with other early bloomers and shrubs. There is one shrub, totally forgettable 11 months of the year, but covered in bright pink blossoms in the early spring. We had one at our house in Richardson and Plano too. I have no idea what it is called, but it is nice to see it once again. The temperatures are roughly the same as in Vegas, but it has a different feel in north Texas. Humidity is what most call it. This time of year, however, it comes without the negatives of biting chill of winter or oppressive heat of summer. It is what makes the black loam soil slightly damp and fragrant, the morning grass dewy, and gives the air just enough coolness on a bright sunny day.

It has been nice to hear perfect strangers sound just like I do. Nobody says, “What part of Texas are you from?”

Feb. 19, 2013

Dallas

Drove in yesterday, I-35E from the south, and enjoyed a beautiful skyline even if bathed in clouds and smog. I have been coming up that road, anxious to see the familiar city that has changed so very much since the 1950’s when I viewed it from the back seat with my sleepy sisters. Son Kyle lives near the neighborhood where Mom grew up at the corner of Junius and Haskell. Much about that corner is still the same, but unfortunately the adobe apartment building that her family managed is gone. Anyway, the feel of Old Dallas is still there. And members of the Lott/Green family still call Dallas home, over 140 years after the first members of the clan arrived.

We took part in a newer tradition this morning, breakfast at the Goldrush. Kyle has lived within walking distance of this landmark for several years. It’s nice to go to a place where the owner knows his order and other patrons tell us what a “fine son” we have.

I’ve been making plans to see old friends throughout the week. It is so much nicer to chat and text when I know that we are nearby and will see them soon.