(Robert Randolph & the Family Band’s new cd- We Walk this Way- has taken up nearly permanent residence in my car, so find it online & tune in for the full experience.)
I decided to go for a drive today so I could see more of this state I’m currently living in besides the small towns of Pflugerville, Round Rock and Cedar Creek, as well as the city of Austin. I picked a road I’ve traveled frequently, turned right instead of left and just kept on going from there. The sky was a glorious shade of blue in front of me, yet off to each side were clouds of various colors- creamy white, dove grey, and a darker grey that spoke silently of rain. The windows were down, my hair swirled wildly around me as I sped along the roads and I kept the music cranked up high.
Passing through the outskirts of Pflugerville I rapidly found myself surrounded by wide open fields filled with dusty brown vegetation and (gasp!) wild cacti! I’m still not used to seeing cacti growing wild in fields and so I get a real kick out of spotting clusters of them, a pale emerald-green shining through the drab tan vegetation. It’s even better when they are topped off with their bright yellow flowers as they bloom merrily in the drought. The fields themselves are uncultivated and contain spotty growths of weeds that are nothing but dried withered spires reaching for the sky, but somehow they still hold on to the belief that rain is on it’s way and portray that fact in their dusty dried flowers waving in the wind. ‘It is coming,’ they seem to say, ‘it may not look like it now, but the rain is coming.’
I saw roads with names that had me laughing- Bluebonnet trail, Blue Goose road and drove past a place called Bert’s Dirts where they will custom blend dirt for you. How do you custom blend dirt? Mix two parts Round Rock dirt to one part Cedar Creek dirt? Hmm.. I got bored with the road I was on and turned off at the next intersection which brought me past the Travis County Expo Center where they were proudly displaying a sign announcing a Gun Show on Saturday, and I had to wonder which Saturday? There was no date on the sign and it didn’t look new, so maybe there is a Gun Show every Saturday? Well, this is Texas where owning a gun seems to be nearly as mandatory as having Texas license plates, and I suppose that I will own one in the not-so-near future, too.
Continuing on, I want past the highly amusing Hog Eye Road and I briefly considered how it got it’s name- was there a butcher shop located nearby in the past? Did they have extra hog eye’s being thrown around as an unneeded part? Blah. Moving on…
By now I was in the wilds of Texas, or so it seemed simply because I could see for miles across the empty tracts of land, land that wasn’t as flat as I’d once thought, but was rolling gently across the miles. Nothing tall enough to qualify as the great Hills of Texas, but a gradual rise and fall that produced lovely views of the road I was traveling on, both before and behind me. Some of the fields had large black steer in them and I paused briefly to watch them amble on towards their feed tubs, slow-footed but massive. They have quite a presence, these steer, and I was happy to be on the opposite side of the fence from them. I kept an eye open for long-horns, but didn’t see any on this trip. Maybe the next out & about I will spot them, and hopefully I’ll have my camera with me.
By now I’d been driving about an hour and the sky was beginning to darken so I found a handy driveway, mentally apologized to the owners of the house ‘Oh, no. No need to put the coffee on, but thanks!’ and turned around facing pretty much due west according to the sun that sullenly stared me in the face. It had settled into a cloud bank without my noticing and all that could be seen was a dull bright spot behind the cloud as I headed back towards the home site. Good time to break out some snacks, and stop at the local gas station for another bottle of water.
Refueled, I drove on this time making a point to go past the Walter E. Long lake which was much larger than I expected it to be, and kept on going down variously named roads as the light grew dimmer and dimmer, until I arrived in Manor (MAAY-nr, as the locals call it). It’s a small , very small, town that has some of the old western movie type store fronts on its main street, so I swung around the block, stopped at the stop sign and snapped a shot with my cell phone camera. Cute town, and if I ever figure out how to get it off the camera & on the laptop, I’ll post the picture.
Now the odd thing is this, I’ve been driving around for over an hour and I’m thinking I’m pretty far away from my starting point; laughably enough as I look at an online map Manor really isn’t far from the homestead at all! Maybe 15 minutes, 20 at the most. Now here’s the fun part: somehow I managed to get myself from Manor to the outskirts of Austin and I still can’t figure out how, even when looking at the map. But I did, and as I was traveling on the I35 service road I heard birds. Lots of birds. I whipped into the parking lot of some restaurant, parked in the nearest open spot, which was under the bird filled trees (so much for a clean car!), jumped out and just stared.
The trees were absolutely full of grackles that were settling for the night- calling, singing, flying and swooping around from one tree to another, it was an amazing and somewhat scary sight for someone who has seen Alfred Hitchcock’s movie, The Birds. I wish I could describe how utterly amazing it was, and how deafeningly loud they were. I spoke with a local and he said they were roosting much earlier than usual, nearly 15 minutes early and he said he thought it was because we were going to get some rain. I certainly hope so.
After that experience the trip was pretty much over, so I jumped onto I35 and pulled into the homestead so minutes later. It was fully dark by then and all told I was out & about for not quite 3 hours and a quarter of a tank of gas.
It was worth it.