March 19, 2009 - Seminole Canyon State Park – Comstock TX

March 19, 2009 - Seminole Canyon State Park – Comstock TX


I have almost survived spring break in Texas – it’s not the sex, drugs and rock n’roll (and that would be alcohol and country here in Texas anyway - and of course pick up trucks) of teenage angst. No in Texas the public schools let out for a week and everyone goes on vacation (much like they do in France in August when everyone heads for the seasjpres) and everyone heads for the Hill Country (or at least those who don’t have summer homes on the lake or can afford a Disneyland package plan). Grandma and grandpa take the kids in their RV to the state parks. Mom and dad and all the kids and the dog pack-up the pick up truck and head for the hills. It lasts for two consecutive weeks – some schools one week some the other. And they say that in the summer you have to reserve a Hill Country camping site months in advance.

I sort of like the notion
Of no place to retreat
There being nothing to fall
      Back to (upon)
But I detest the concept
Of not having any choice

Every generation treats the life into which it is born as firmly established, except for those few things it is interested in changing. This is practical, but its wrong. The world can be changed in all directions at any moment or at least in any direction it chooses – Robert Musil

If I start putting stuff away
I won’t stop until it is done with
And then I will be gone because
That is the way with stuff

Other’s are stowing away their stuff
I can hear doors slamming. I take off
My coat. It is still chilly but the sun
Feels good on my exposed skin

I have stowed away most of my stuff
All but the tent, the cot and the camp chair
I work off my frustration by giving the
Mattress forty plunges on the air pump



Garner State Park, Concan Tx

Seminole Canyon State Park – Comstock TX

But now I'm out of the Hills and into the Chihuahuan Desert. I hiked to an overview of the Rio Grande. Across the river lies Mexico. And it’s peaceful here without all the kids and the family gatherings. Back to just me and the RVers and you know how well we all get along. But the smell of the desert in spring is sweet. And I heard some kid complaining of how it stunk (poor little ignorant bastards)

Babies in repeating have not very many different kinds of ways of doing it in them but growing old men and women in repeating show the kind of men, the kind of women that is in them – Gertrude Stein


And I forget how fast the sun can go down in the desert. There is an orange glow in the West and the rest of the sky is denim blue and I can’t see the keyboard and am unable to continue typing. They have wi-fi here in the park and I have a site with ammenities (I had no choice).