The "tree guys" are still at it and will be for some time, so I rode off in search of Texas again. This time quite literally, on a horse, not far from Aquilla.
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| Is This Texas? |
It was a crisp sunny morning and Trace enjoyed moving out across the weirdly green landscape. Was this Texas? It seemed too green. Not that I'm complaining, after all, Texas is a big state and it's only right to expect local variation.
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| Maybe This is Texas? |
We came across an unblemished white calf. That seemed pretty Texas, in an Old Testament kind of way.
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| Arthurian Legends, of Texas |
Maybe the woods were Texas, the Arthurian legend part of Texas. I was hoping to spot some deer or pigs but didn't see any, just a rabbit being chased by a hawk. Texas style.
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| Two Horses Look at Texas |
Ride over, two curious horses checked out the tack for Lone Star State credentials and I think they were pleased with what they saw.
So, did I find Texas? I certainly found a bit of it suspiciously green and lush after our heavy rain, and if horses and riding out across unspoiled country in Hill County counts as Texas, well, the search was a success.
Back at the Compound, the "tree guys" have unaccountably stopped work. I don't know if that's "Texas" or some other thing.
Ride on,
LSP
