Good-bye, lovely sand!
On to Lake Abilene State park, which is not anywhere near Abilene. Technically, it’s about 11 miles due south of the southern edge of Abilene, but that’s not the way we went. The trucker app took us on a couple of FMs way to the south and then back to the northeast to get there. It ended up taking us about 45 minutes from when we left I-20 until we got to the park. It should have been no more than 25. But I wasn’t planning the route so I shouldn’t complain.
It rained on us all day, mostly a gentle sprinkle. We had to wear raincoats to hook up when we arrived. Molly got really wet because I took her on a short “pee” stroll to the bird blind. No rain coat for Molly.
But an hour later ,at about 3:30, the rain had stopped and only the drips from the trees were making us damp. We went on a random walk around and among the various trails, ending up at the Buffalo Wallow trail. I don’t think it was a real buffalo wallow, but it was a low area in the ground where a couple of small ponds had collected. A Great Blue Heron too, but he de-collected as soon as Molly and I walked up. Sorry!
We ate a very early (at 4:58) supper at Galveston Seafood in southern Abilene. As feared, they had no idea how to make Cajun. And the coleslaw wasn’t very good, either, nor was the fried seafood entrée that Ed got. But it was edible, so we ate.
Add to trip notes: never eat seafood in Abilene Texas, or any small city that’s more than 200 miles from the ocean.
I made this note, right after the rain:
The thing I hate about West Texas is that something makes my nose run out here, but then the dry air hits and by the time I get around to trying to blow it, my nostrils are full up with hard, dry boogers.
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