Thought I'd blog a little differently today. I actually wrote this blog
entry in September of 2007. My grandmother had just died and we were heading
for Midland, Texas from Central Texas. Prior to this time, I’d been writing Kaitlin's Silver Lining and I'd never been to the part of Colorado where the story took place. I wanted a clearer picture in my head of the terrain
and at the time I could find very little in terms of details. We all know how
much writers crave details to insert in their stories. With that in mind, I
decided to work up a visual journal of our trip across Texas in hopes another
writer might find it of use.
September, 2007 While cloudy, we managed to escape the rain until reaching
our destination. We headed northwest on FM 485, a rather straight unimpressive
route. Most of the farmland had been tilled in preparation for the next crops,
but a few fields still had cotton. Puffy white clouds dotted the dried plants.
We passed a large baler and I wondered if he was on route to one of these
crops. Rolled bales of hay lined the pastures. Folks with acreage receive tax
breaks if they use their land for agricultural benefit and those not interested
in growing crops or ranching will often bale hay. Out front of a two bedroom
home with faded, chipped paint, four black gentlemen played bones (dominoes) on
a worn out card table. The weather was very pleasant for this activity with the
temperature about 89 degrees.
Turning onto Hwy 53, I noted tall grain silos. The land was mostly flat, but
rich with oak and mesquite trees. One house had a string of laundry hanging to
dry. Once we passed Temple, the land became less flat. Rolling hills denoted
the edge of hill country. Creek beds were lined with limestone. Vegetation
included prickly pear cactus, mesquite, cedar and juniper trees. We crossed the
Leon River which looked more like a lake. I believe it feeds into Belton Lake.
West on 84, our drive took us through more hills. The land was wide open
with few trees. I saw a herd of sheep, several herds of cattle, but very little
farm land. The gold carpet of grass that graced our earlier route changed to a
greener shade. Past Goldthwaite, we passed lots of goats. Mills County is known
as the goat capital of the world, or so I'm told. One sight made me chuckle as
we passed goats that were being herded by a mule.
Past Brownwood (the location for my second historical western, Julia’sGolden Eagle, btw), the land became very hilly and then suddenly tapered into
flat land again. The majority of trees along this route were mesquite. Once we
hit Hwy 67, we found farmland on one side of the road and cattle on the other.
It's interesting to note that in Texas, farmers and ranchers co-exit next to
each other. Eventually, we lost the trees to shrubs and the land became very
flat and open. By this time the temperature had dropped to 77 degrees.
On Hwy 158. I saw a crop of 6" maize struggling to grow in the hot, dry
clime. We passed a dead porcupine. We see so few porcupines, yet the woods must
house plenty. Mostly we see raccoons, deer, coyote, skunks and possums. You
have to be out in the country to see bobcats and other wildlife. The color of
the soil had changed from sandy dirt to red. I suspect due to the iron content.
Outside of Sterling before Garden City, we found our first oil well. The iron
horse bobbed its head up and down in beat to its own steady rhythm.
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| Midland, Feb 20, 1894 Sand storm from United States National Archives and Records Administration |
Midland, our destination, was unusually wet. Midland is more likely to
receive a dust storm than rain. Most of the houses have tall, cinderblock
fences to help block the sand and the tumbleweeds. As a child, I remember
playing in the sand dunes, acres of nothing but sand between Midland and
Odessa. Sage is a favorite shrub tree and I now have one in my own yard because
I love the purple blooms.
On a personal note, my grandmother, coming from great Swiss stock, died one month shy of her 101 birthday.
