As we sit here in Irving, Texas a very cold wind blows under gray low hanging clouds. Once we come into this state I really begin to feel the westward draw as the terrain changes to flat plains and wide expanses. The drive so far has been pleasant. Plenty of room in Evie to fix a quick meal although I do have to take a stance much the same as one standing in a sailboat under sail. I've been able to begin weaving a few necklaces and in the evening we have been enjoying an audio book of Islands in the Stream by Ernest Hemingway. Glorious weather and day spent in St. George Island State park where we took a four mile hike through the grassy pine forest and dunes that comprise the island. Many of the trees still bear the cat face scar inflicted on their trunks to bring out the sap which was used for turpentine years ago. We aim our land crusier to Balmorrhea State Park in Texas where the first spring fed open air pool was made. We've swam in the waters before but it may be too cool this time for a dip. We'll see....
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