Today we drove through the Texas hill country to Lost Maples State Park, which is described in brochures as the "most beautiful area in Texas". We drove along the Guadalupe River, which is stairstepped almost continuously with small dams that seem to have no purpose other than creating flat water for canoeing. The deciduous oaks and maples along the way have not yet sprouted their spring finery, and the remains of last year's grass are a parched appearing brown. The many wild flowers, including blue bonnets, that bloom in the spring time along the roadways have not started to bloom due to the lack of rain. Almost no rain has fallen here this winter; however, the rainiest months are April and May. This place usually receives about 30" of rain annually, and the low bridges at highway stream crossings all have "flood depth gauges".
Saw some interesting things, such as the fence with a used boot atop each post. The property's name was "The Last Resort". Maybe "Boot Hill" was nearby!!
Lost Maples State Park did not turn out to be very beautiful after all. Compared to the beauty we take for granted in good old Shasta County California, Texas so far does not even come close.
It was in the low 80's today, and Cooper had a great time running through the streams. He is a dirt and sticker magnet, so Donna gave him a bath in our shower this evening.
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