So I worked in San Angelo for most of the week............
I have never driven that far west.. I live in a region of the state known as Central Texas. I smiled when I drove through Brady. There is a billboard that welcomes you to "'Brady: the Real Heart of Texas". Damn. I drive for 3 and a half hours over speed limit, and I am still in the center of the state.
After you pass through San Saba, the countryside starts to change. It gradually shifts from the Hill Country to more of a prairie feel. Ranch land. Cows. I am sure that it was no coincidence I was served beef at all meals. I am a cautious driver. Imagine a lil ol lady from Sun City. Yeah, I drive that gingerly.. I found my self pushing up to 85 a good deal of the way. Sometimes there were no other cars, or buildings for miles. No reference point to remind you to watch the speedometer, or traffic to gauge your pace. Just me, my zippy little rental car, great music , the road, and the changing landscape. A landscape that I appreciate as much as my Hill Country. Different, yet I still felt the same affinity. Texas is my odal land. My part of the world.
The conference went well.. I got props for a presentation that I did. I had the opportunity to talk with others about some bills that have been filed that have ramifications for the work that I do. There was a banquet at Fort Concho, which is a restored frontier outpost.. I slipped away to wander through a couple of the buildings, which were fortuitously unlocked. I imagined the past, and the people of the settlement., The 1800's past. Not so much the recent history of housing a few hundred pastel RLDS detainees.
But I think my favorite part of the trip was the drive.
I saw miles and miles of Texas, all the stars up in the sky;
I saw miles and miles of Texas, gonna live here 'til I die.
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