The Journey of twenty-two hundred miles begins with just a single step. Lao Tzu (paraphrased) This blog is mainly about my excursion upon the Appalachian Trail. This is a journey that has been 15 years in the planning stage and on March 20, 2022 it will see that plan being executed. Please feel free to leave comments and follow me on the social media of your choosing.

Thursday, April 08, 2010

Vacation 2010 - Day 4

Got up and breakfast and then we went down to tour Ft. Davis National Historical Site, this is one of the calvary forts that housed the Buffalo Soldiers and had lunch at the restaurant in the Davis Mountain State Park at the Indian Lodge, The Black Bear. The park is nice with camping, RV's sites plus a hotel made from adobe that housed the restaurant. This park had walking trails and I wish we weren't pressed for time or I'd spent the day walking over them. The trails connected to the Ft. Davis National Historical Site. I was impressed with one trail at the Davis Mountain State Park. Most of the trails I'm use to back east will zig-zag up a mountain or steep hill, this one went almost straight up. I don't think a hiker could go straight up that trail upright.

After we left the park we went into town, Charles Leon was wanting to catch the Overland Trail Museum but it wasn't open. He said that he had never been able to catch that museum open. I've just looked on the website and found out that it's only open on Tuesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. And today was a Thursday. We then went to a boothill cemetery that they had in town. Many of the graves were just piled of stones and a couple had had wooden markers.

We then went through the town and did stop at a "flea market" what had a whole building full of items that I couldn't live with. Especially when it seemed that every item had the decimal point moved over at lease one space to the right.

From there we headed back towards Balmorhea and met up with Ike and dined at a local restaurant, La Cueva de Oso, two tour busses had arrived just before us but we were still served timely and it was some great food. From there we went to an area where we could see the surrounding country side and there was a wooden cross on a hill. The legend was that a tall, dark, handsome stranger came into town and was wowing all the local ladies into a swoon at the local dancehall so the local was convinced that his stranger was the devil and they erected this cross to oversee that dancehall to protect the women and drive that devil out. Neither Charles Leon nor Ike could tell me if the legend said if the cross worked or not.

cross on the hill, Balmorhea, Tx.

After that little excursion we went back to the house and I showed Ike some pictures of the Talladega National Forest and and we a course talked shop.

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