The Gulf Coast

My turn to drive, so at 7:00 a.m. I was at the meet-up area for a San Antonio Hill Country Hikers day trip to Mustang Island State Park on the Gulf Coast of Texas. Two people rode with me: Mara and Glenn. Both were gracious and contributed to the gas fund.

We had lively conversation in the car for our 2-1/2 hour drive. Topics ranged from Comic-Con to Peace Corps to full time RVing to where everyone grew up to movies and much more. Bob did not attend today as his plantar fasciitis is still bothering him (it hurt to walk), and he had work to do.

Once we got to the beach different parts of our group set up at shaded picnic tables far from each other. Then Gary arrived with his ocean kayaks and drove waaaay down the beach near the jetty.

Mara

A visitor in Mexican ground squirrel clothing.

Mexican ground squirrel.

Laughing gulls.

Dave and Jessie pointing to where Gary put his truck.

Our table with a view.

Lilibeth

In an effort to get the group together, Theresa (our leader) came to let us know where Gary was and we were invited to join everyone down there. "Down there" (by the jetty) was approximately 1/2 mile away. We had two coolers, chairs, an umbrella tent and bags of towels, food, and clothes to transport. None of the six of us wanted to haul our stuff 1/2 mile, slogging through sand in the midday heat. We stayed where we were.

Mara and I walked to the water and waded out to our knees. It's the first time I've put my feet in the Gulf in Texas. The water was nice and warm, so different from the frigid Oregon coastal waters. Maybe next time I'll go swimming.

Our group certainly brought enough food! Mara packed chicken salad sandwiches, home-made chocolate chip cookies, jalapeno chips, Baby Bel cheese, apple slices and crackers. I brought mustard potato salad, Sun Chips, Chex Mix, fresh strawberries, paper plates and plastic forks, Jacob brought Bud Light, and Lilibeth brought onion-chive potato chips to share. We would not starve.

Later on some of us walked down to visit the rest of the group while Glenn guarded our stuff.

Amanda and Jake hauling out kayaks.

Theresa and Amanda.

Gary emptying water out of kayak.

Hilary.

Theresa and Gary heading out into the surf.

Looking toward our spot from where the rest of the group landed.

Now you can see why we didn't want to haul all our stuff. It was a long way!

Gary's kayaks were a hit. Jessie, Amanda, Jacob, Jake, Theresa and Gary took turns kayaking beyond the surf and coming back in on the waves. More people may have kayaked as well; I only knew about those mentioned. The kayakers said ocean kayaking really kicked their butts, plum wore 'em out.

While we were visiting Gary, Theresa, Amanda, Hilary, Jacob, Jessie and Gary, we saw a small import car stuck in the sand up to its frame. A park ranger hooked up tow straps and pulled it free. Two minutes later, after the ranger left, they were stuck again. The ranger saw them and towed them out again. According to Gary, even he got stuck in the sand in his truck on the way out. I'm glad we didn't try to drive across the sand!

Susan, Mara, Glenn

At 3 p.m., we decided it was time to leave. The six of us at our picnic table decided to eat supper at Snoopy's Pier just before crossing the bridge off Padre Island. Snoopy's Pier has an interesting history. You can read about Snoopy's Pier and the Redfish Wars here.

Mara and Glenn at the entrance to Snoopy's.

They insisted on taking my photo too, hat hair and all. I look like I'm doing a scout pledge.

Yours truly.

For dinner, I opted for the shrimp plate with six deep-fried shrimp, fries, hush puppies (they call 'em "pups"), coleslaw and a drink. Jacob ate my hush puppies because I'm not a big fan of them. The shrimp were so yummy!

In addition to Snoopy's Pier, the same owners run Scoopy's Veranda next door for ice cream desserts. We were too full to partake of ice cream.

We headed back to San Antonio; a very relaxing day at the beach accomplished. Thank you to Theresa for organizing the event and keeping track of us, and to Gary for bringing sea kayaks, folding chairs and a tent or two for us to use. What a fun, thoughtful group to belong to.

Have a good week.

Travel Bug out.

Workin' On My "Open" Obedience Skills with Barbara!

Firstly, Mom thinks she's got the 'puter probs solved... at least for now. We are much speedier because we spent 12 hours backing up every single file on this thang, then went crazy last evening and this morning pressing the delete button again and again. Mom's index finger needs a massage heheh. We will be catching up, visiting our bloggie pals today and tomorrow. Thanks so much to all our sympathetic friends who also have or have had internet probs - may they be solved as easily as our problem was to fix. (Except Mom can't figure out how to restore the files from this little "Passport" external drive - uh oh...) And although thanks are on the sidebar, I want to acknowledge our immense gratitude to Ann at Zoolatry for creating the incredibly beautiful header up top. Ginormous thanks Ann - you are soooo talented! I am in the presence of greatness... my obedience instructor. Paws crossed that I do well. Sierra, Moritz and I have all commuted over here together this morning, so it will be a fun bunch of work for us all! (Thanks to Sierra's mom for snapping these photos!)
I have been practicing a bit of "open" on my own, after having had some instruction from Barbara occasionally. Since I have one leg left to go for my CD, I'm still mostly concentrating on Novice. But sometimes Mom and I get bored, so we do something else like figuring out how to learn the Broad jump first.

Here's a movie of me jumping over it, while chasing a piece of hot dog. Later, I'll learn to turn after jumping and come to Mom with a straight front. And I have to do a good "finish" too.
Even though I am truly excellent at retrieving my kong or bumper and returning it to Mom, I really dislike this weird little plastic thing. It's taken forever for me to actually go and pick it up. Mom finally took some of advice from you all out there and got a clicker! Voila! Now I'm just rewarded with treats instead of a click. I still won't go after it over a jump or anything, but my skills here are coming along!

"Okay," I'm thinking to myself, "I'll do it, but the treat better be hugely 'high value'." And hot dog "dimes" certainly are!
Next: if I'd only retrieve the thrown dumbell, we'd be working on that, but for now, Mom throws a bit of hot dog while I wait, then says "Over!" After I score the treat, she calls, "Sam, Come!" and I return over the jump!
I'm so fast, I'm a blur!
I don't think I needed crossed paws! I get the rest of Mom's "dawg" supply and take a well-deserved "down/stay" while Moritz and Sierra perform! Have a good weekend!

First Things First

I'm a dog named Dixie. I have small feet which pitter patter on the linoleum floor, you can hear my toenails in the middle of the night. My tag says I belong to the Johnsons, but they don't own me they just feed me, they just bought me one day.

No one owns me, I'm Dixie the tiny dog. And in the middle of the day I sit in the sun and I hear young children call me a weiner dog, perhaps that's what I am. The Germanic term is dachshund and I like that.

I'm thin and I'm proud and no one can make fun of me. I can slip through the bars of prison if I were ever incarcerated, but I don't know what I would do wrong. My body yields no evel inclination, I'm a pure weiner dog.

My name is Dixie and I go dancing cross the floor in the evening of the Johnsons when everyone is sleeping. Sometimes I look for a morsel of food but they're so clean they're almost anal retentive in their cleanliness habits and there's nothing for me.

But I don't despair.
Because I know tomorrow my Gaines Burgers will be there, and they will unwrap the plastic from them and then feed me this succulent dish and I will eat.

And I've watched the German Shepherds with their long necks, their graceful necks, dipping into the toilet to drink whenever they want to have a drink of cool water in that well. But I must plead, I must beg, I must whine for Mr Johnson to put put my bowl or one of the Johnson boys to refill it after I drink it because I'm Dixie the dog and I like water.

And in the middle of the night you can see me dancing a small Fred Astaire tap dance, with my little toe nails.

They go click click against the linoleum, and I run down the hall and I slide. And the back of me goes in front of me... slowly.

I'm long and I'm thin, I'm Dixie the tiny dog and I like it.
Peter Himmelman

Rainy Day Mushroom

Rainy Mushroom, originally uploaded by ParsecTraveller.

This mushroom popped up over night as the result of rain. It's been raining all day today, and and times quite heavily. We needed this rain so bad - many Californians are happy it's finally here!

Jubilee - and those dogs

No royal motif is left unexploited in the wave of Jubilee merchandise that is upon us. The Queen's corgis feature in surprising manifestations. Above, a Jubilee corgi cracker.

The limited edition Jubilee Marmite is now on sale - as the poster says, it's a love-it-or-hate-it thing. I love it, and will be buying my supply very soon before it sells out. Not too sure how long I can keep it tho - might not be a good souvenir to pass on to the grandchildren.



This blurry shot of the Jubilee crackers in Marks & Spencer was the result of a case of 'security-itis', that phenomenon well known to bloggers. I was happily framing the shot, and already planning the next one I would take (a winning composition of my 6ft plus son standing under a Jubilee crown pinata - apologies to Spanish speakers, I can't find the right accent to go over the 'n'), when a store manager materialised and stopped me in my tracks. Quite what the security aspect was I can't think. If I wanted to manufacture my own counterfeit corgi crackers all I had to do was buy a box and take them apart. I would have thought M&S would be glad of the publicity - export orders streaming in from across blogland for corgi crackers.



You'll see more Jubilee gems at Writing from Scotland, as well as a tale of being in a Royal presence. Christine has also featured the Ma'amite - it's irresistible!

Ships stern

Yesterday I decided I was sick of the relentless heat of the coast, and so decided to head for the mountains of Lamington National Park. I figured that walking the Ships Stern track (19km + another 5km of detours) in the middle of a 102km ride would keep me occupied, and more importantly, at altitude for most of the day. I wasn't disappointed.

Things were muggy on the ride up the range, the usual threat of rain not eventuating that seems to be endemic to this time of year. Once I reached the plateau at Lower Beechmont, things improved, however, and it was a pleasant ride across the top through Beechmont and on to Binna Burra. The final climb of Mt Roberts is always a challenge, but I managed it without working too hard, maybe a sign that my resting heart-rate of 43 last year was no fluke.

The walk itself started with a trek through the mist at one of the higher parts of the track, before descending slightly, into a more open type of forest. One of the perils of Lamington at this time of year is leeches, there were hundreds of them around. A couple of runners had been through earlier, and evidently had stirred them up. Still, only one of the leeches actually managed to bite me, so I think I did pretty well.


The rocks near Upper Ballanjui falls were wet and thus extremely slippery. In fact, that was a description that could be applied to much of the track. Something else that surprised me was the friendliness (or should that be fearlessness) of a blue cray. That creature wasn't backing away at all. The lunch stop was Kooloobanoo Point at the top of the Ships Stern Range, with its extensive views north over Egg Rock. Apparently descendents of the original aboriginal inhabitants still live in the valley below around Egg Rock.


The second half of the walk involved a final waltz through the Hidden valley at the bottom, passing the Lower Ballanjui Falls, before climbing back to the trail head Binna Burra and riding home. I was warned about the number of leeches in the valley by a group coming the other way, but in truth I only saw two, and neither of them managed to bite me. While I was walking through the rainforest valley, it actually started raining quite heavily, but virtually all of the rain was blocked by the canopy of palms above. It's quite an eerie feeling to be under such a canopy, able to hear the rain, but not feel it. It's something I could consider if ever I need to find shelter in a hurry up there in the future.

After returning to Binna Burra, I was left with a fairly simple ride home. It was an absolutely gorgeous afternoon on the Beechmont range. The temperature was beautiful, and the wind had a slight but exquisite chill on it, the like of which would never be felt in the coastal lowlands at this time of year. I eventually made it home around 6.30pm exhausted, but extremely satisfied after a memorable day.
If you click here you should see a slide show of the 32 pictures I eventually uploaded from what was a truly awesome day.

A Little Fall Color for Thanksgiving

This post has few words - just photos of the Oakleaf Hydrangea looking good in its first autumn in Texas soil
and another look at the 'Marilyn's Choice' Abutilon...a plant that grew large but bloomed little since spring. The buds began to form on the abutilon almost as soon as the first leaves fell from the pecan tree, which may be a sign that its spot is too shady.
Whatever the trigger, this Abutilon is now covered in flowers
just in time for freeze warnings on Friday.
This is the abutilon's first year in my garden- can Marilyn keep blooming after a freeze?)
The fig tree made a small, late crop following the 12" rain in September. These 3 figs are almost ripe. Shall I pick them now or take a chance on a freeze?
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you from Philo & Annie