Sunday, January 06, 2008

A Texas Stone Henge Induced Vision Quest


Well.... yesterday was epic. It has all the elements needed to induce exhaustion. We finally got out of the house (trailer) and headed out with bright eyes and much excitement to go exploring for a few hours.


Down the road in Hunt a rancher got the wild idea some years back to build a replica of Stone Henge on his ranch. It's about 60% the size of the real deal and it sits smack out in the middle of a flat grassy field. We decided to make this our first stop of the day. I don't know what else to say about it. It was there. We were there. Rudy peed on it and then we left.



After Stone Henge we took off for Lost Maples State Park. This was where things started to get ugly. The road to Lost Maples is as squiggly as they come. Curvy, curvy, curvy. What does this matter? It matters because in our truck curvy equals puke. Dog puke that is. Rudy gets car sick. It happens the same way every time.... we are driving along and I keep looking down at him laying there. He starts to lay in increasingly uncomfortable looking positions, a green aura starts to form around his head and I start to think... "Oh man, he's gonna puke." And then about 2 seconds later.... Blam! Rudy's breakfast is on display all over his dog bed and he is looking up at me with that "I'm sorry! I'm sick!" look on his face. So we pull off to the side of the road and the clean up procedure takes place. This is why you should always take a few extra napkins from Starbucks. You can then use them later to clean up puke.

My attitude at this point is one of anger... toward Texas, for having curvy roads that make us car sick. I remained angry all the way until we reached the park (which seemed to take FOREVER) and I was able to escape the confines of the truck cab. I was feeling creepy too at this point from the curvy roads. I was attacked by bees in the parking lot so I yelled and stomped about and cursed Texas some more. Then we took off for the hike and I managed to be lulled in to submission by the beauty of the river and the trees. Texas.... I forgive you.



Anyone who knows us knows that we are frequent accidental adventurists and that one of these days we will end up featured on that show "I Shouldn't Be Alive." We always end up on epic hikes without proper supplies. Yesterday was a good example. Rudy of course had an empty stomach by the time we got to the park. And we had had a small breakfast several hours earlier. We brought nothing with us except for a small water bottle a piece. It was 75 degrees and dry as a bone outside. So we set out on a 5 mile hike. There was only one moderate climb about half way through... but I don't know about you all... I need a little snack or something to keep wind in the old sails on that long of a hike. Long about three quarters of the way through Billy started cracking jokes that we were on a vision quest and before it was over maybe we would see our spirit animals. I was weak with laughter and hunger.



Rudy was in and out of the creek and was probably feeling a little trippy due to lack of fuel and the Texas sun cooking us... here's a taste of what he was going through...



He looks to me in that photo like the lead role in an Akira Kurosawa film. He is the 8th samurai. He is Yojimbo... or perhaps even Red Beard.

Toward the end of the hike when he was getting really tired there were several installments of "Where's Rudy? Hmmmm.... has anyone seen Rudy? I wonder where he could be?"



He's not very good at hiding.... but we try to let him believe that he has us confused every time.



We made it back to the truck around 5. We were deliriously hungry and drove down the road to Vanderpool to a little road side store. Now... Vanderpool has a population of around twenty people... and this is the one and only store for about thirty miles. It was my only chance at food for almost two hours til we got home. So I snarfed down a Snickers ice cream bar and bought a bag of Cheetos. Then five minutes later I wished I was dead. Rudy got to have two Cheetos and two bites of a peanut butter granola bar. I was afraid to give him anything else that he might puke again and of course I don't feed him crap like Cheetos normally anyway. I would not normally feed Cheetos to my worst enemy. My judgement was impaired by the vision quest.

We took the straight roads home and made it puke free. Today we all laid around like slugs. It was a good and much needed weekend adventure.

5 comments:

The Queen said...

My youngest son from age two til about ten puked his way through every vacation we ever had. From Texarkana,Texas to New York City on the road and every stop along the way...even puked in the airplane Christmas eve while landing in Newark,NJ. It eventually became funny,even for Bryan...you're way ahead!

Bethany said...

Oh man... I don't know if pukin' will ever be funny in our little family. I mean, it's always funny AFTER the fact, when you tell the story waaaay after the puke has been cleared from the air. But I don't hang to tight while the actual act is playing out, whether it's me or the dog, doesn't matter.

I love that you guys were eventually able to embrace the puke though. Way to be!

Anonymous said...

Hi Bethany, Billy and Rudy,
This is Marc in California. Your travel blog is a wonderful read. These little everyday episodes of your life are so entertaining. You're giving away for free what you could sell as a novel...My girls use to get car sick but that only lasted for a couple of short trips. Now my yorkie, CeCe, stands on my left leg and either hangs her head out the window or puts her paws on the wheel and helps me drive.... That close-up of Rudy says it all, what an expression! By the way, all your photos are terrific. When are you coming to California?

Desperate Middle Aged Man said...

Yeah, I second the comment about the literary angle. You know there was a book around here that sold well about some guy travelling around Ireland with a fridge. This sounded dull to me, I never read it. Did he talk to the fridge or what? Your story is much more entertaining. But perhaps you could include references to some small electrical appliance if that is what sells. Maybe a yoghurt maker? I don't know. Keep it coming. Also if you have any sunshine can you mention it as it cheers me up.

Bethany said...

I have heard of this dude who traveled with a fridge. I really don't know what to make of it. But I guess that was his whole angle... who would know what to make of that sort of behavior? It's a brand new way to travel, no doubt about that.

Up until now I would say that Rudy has been a stand in for our small electrical appliance... but we DO have a nice new little Krups Coffee Grinder. Maybe I should feature it more often. It is a very important member of the family as it provides us with fresh coffee every morning, which more than I can say for Rudy.