Tuesday November 4, 2025
On
the way to Arizona to see Sandhill Cranes. I think. I planned this trip a long
time ago and now I’m not sure what the point for it was. But at least, we’re on
the road. Hurray!
I’d
chosen Lake Possum Kingdom (or is that Possum Kingdom Lake?) for our first
stop. It was ridiculously far off the route and I don’t remember whether I
considered that fact when I chose it. I think I just saw that it was a highly
reviewed Texas state park. On the map it
doesn’t look so bad—due west of Fort Worth and a bit north of Abilene, but when
we actually left I-20 and headed off to the park, it seemed like the drive went
on forever. When we diverged from I-20, we were two hours into a three-hour trip,
and all the rest was almost due north. And a little east. Wow.
But
it seemed a really nice place. Dry and dusty, but a beautiful lake. No birds to
speak of and I only saw three deer and one armadillo.
Ducks on the lake
Molly
and I hiked up the trail to the nearest overlook. There was another overlook
that was reputed to have lots of wildlife, but it was very hot and I didn’t
want to walk the extra mile to get to the start of its climb. Plus on the way
up, my heart kept having spells of beating too fast. That seems to happen
mostly in hot weather when I’m exerting myself; lying down fixes it quickly,
but obviously this was not the sort of ground I wanted to lie down on. (Too
rocky!)
So I had to sit down and rest a
couple of times.
Our
whole climb up and back ended up taking an hour but it was only about 1-1/2
miles.
Very
nice view of our motorhome from up there.
And
that’s the end of Lake Possum Kingdom. Not bad but I see no reason to return.
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