Thursday, March 19, 2009

March 13, 2009 – Lost Maples State Park – Vanderpool TX

Another of those gray cold drizzly days – trying to keep dry – trying to keep warm – and not doing either very well. This is ‘modern camping’ so I have electricity and I sit in truck typing this, plugged in to the box (a little electric heater would be nice – but what’s the chance of needing it again, and it would only be something else to have to carry around, and besides the fan of the computer puts out a little heat but not enough). The burn ban signs were removed early this morning – but there is no dry kindling, and what would you do with a fire in the rain anyway – of the two its better to keep dry.

Knowledge is a mode of conduct, a passion. At bottom, an impressible mode of conduct like dipsomania, sex mania, homicidal mania, the compulsion to know2 forms its own character that is off-balanceRoert Musil

I hiked up the Sabinal River along the Lost Maples trail – so of like the cottonwood oasis in Outlaw Jossie Wales (with Clint Eastwood – saw it on TV the day before I left Kansas City), only maples, and hickory, and pecan in the midst of cedar and sagebrush. The Hills Country of Texas is far from deserted – where everyone from Austin or San Antonio want a summer home or wants to retire to.
As snowbirds flock to the Rio Grande, Texans flock to the Hill Country. Every little country town has been turned into a tourist designation – antique stores, curio shops, real estate offices – something for everyone. Say one thing for this weather it keeps them away. This is the end of the first week of spring break, one more to go – and if it weren’t for the weather – there would be wall-to-wall people here. After next week and until Memorial Day I should have it mostly to myself and I hope, good weather too.

Everything fades fades changes dies when it’s meddled with / If only things weren’t so vulnerableFrank O’Hara

Two bright red cardinals pecking in the grass
Under the emergent white blossoms of a pear tree
And the sun turns from yellow to orange
Upon the silver lake

Catch those trout – they stocked them in December. Catch them before summer as they will all die in the heat. People from up north say they’re real good. I haven’t had any myself. It is starting to get dark and there is no place in Texas that I can light a fire.

Here is where ‘P’ stands
For ‘Primitive’ like Picasso
And this is the passion is
And this is were the tribal
Dance would have been held
If it were not for the burn ban

Let them watch satellite TV
Up on the hill in their mortgagedRecreational vehicles
Let the have cake and eat it too

We live in a time of passage. It may go on like this until the end of the planet if we don’t learn to tackle our deepest problems better than we have so far
Robert Musil

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