The route we are rambling parallels a stretch of the Rio Grande known as the "forgotten river” because of the remote area it flows through. We are so close to Mexico that we can see the recently constructed brown border fence. This road less traveled winds through some stunning scenery with the Quitman Mountains to the North. Before long we see bee hives stacked up on the side of the road and my dogs stop to investigate. The cool outdoor temperature has the bees huddling inside for warmth so the dogs are safe for now.
As I run, I begin to wonder about this ice cream cone out here in no-wheres-ville. Maybe it is a mirage that one sees after running for many hours in the desert sun. Perhaps there is a small West Texas town out here that serves Blue Bell. I see a Mexican village across the river and wish I could cross over for a frozen treat. I must be getting hungry, so take a few sips of gel that I carry on my fuel belt. A few more miles of running and I spot a hill full of blue bonnets.
hoodoo, is skinny at the bottom and has a large dirt bulb on top. It appears that it could topple at any moment and I later learn that more than one “cone” once stood here before collapsing. I marvel at this phenomenon and the surrounding cliffs. How many years of rain and wind did it take to erode the earth to “scoop” this cone?
Our state flower, the blue bonnet
Quasi enjoys a swim
Harry taking in the sunset