The “tree guys” are still at it and will be for some time, so I rode off in search of Texas again. This time quite literally, on a horse, not far from Aquilla.
Is This Texas?

It was a crisp sunny morning and Trace enjoyed moving out across the weirdly green landscape. Was this Texas? It seemed too green. Not that I’m complaining, after all, Texas is a big state and it’s only right to expect local variation.

Maybe This is Texas?
We came across an unblemished white calf. That seemed pretty Texas, in an Old Testament kind of way. 
Arthurian Legends, of Texas
Maybe the woods were Texas, the Arthurian legend part of Texas. I was hoping to spot some deer or pigs but didn’t see any, just a rabbit being chased by a hawk. Texas style.
Two Horses Look at Texas
Ride over, two curious horses checked out the tack for Lone Star State credentials and I think they were pleased with what they saw.
So, did I find Texas? I certainly found a bit of it suspiciously green and lush after our heavy rain, and if horses and riding out across unspoiled country in Hill County counts as Texas, well, the search was a success.
Back at the Compound, the “tree guys” have unaccountably stopped work. I don’t know if that’s “Texas” or some other thing.
Ride on,
LSP