Archive for 2013

Old, Moldy Ham

September 3rd, 2013

We just ate our first country ham. Well, Johnny grew up eating it, but it’s OUR first country ham. We have been buying different kinds of shelf stable meats. This week, we bought 3lbs of sliced country ham. It was sitting on a shelf, unrefrigerated, in the grocery store. Now it’s sitting on a shelf, unrefrigerated, in the camper. We cooked up a slice this morning for egg, ham and cheese sandwiches. Hope we live through the week.

Boney Scramble

August 27th, 2013

Rain and I were out on a hike/walk. I saw an unmarked, overgrown  trail going down into the deep gorge that we camped on the rim of.  I like to search the unknown and walking along the road is boring. Anyway, we were both tired of walking on the road. Off it we went.

The trail went a few hundred feet and then seemed to end at an overlook. I wondered what was below me. I was definitely standing on a rocky outcropping. I know there are know caves within 10s of miles, so I thought that I might be on top of one.

As much as I wanted to go down, It was just Rain and I. Johnny had no idea where we were. The ridge was very steep and covered with dead leaves. If I slipped and hit my head, rescue wouldn’t show up for hours or even days. It would be foolish of me to go by myself. So, after taking a minute to weigh my choices, I decided to head down.

I plotted my decent. Most of the trees were too far from the path to offer much support. The support they did offer came in the form of dead limbs. I was stuck using thorny vines for balance. No matter. I made it to the bottom where I wanted to be. Rain had little to no trouble.

Once there, I found what was going to be, or what used to be (before a collapse) a cave.  Actually, thinking back, it had the precision of something man made. It was a roughly cut rock shelter 3 feet deep and 8 feet wide with a 6 foot ceiling.  Limestone walls shot out along the ridge on either side of it. The sight of which pushed all recognition of danger out of my head, even if Rain acted like she wanted to go back up the trail. It was time to go ridge walking and look for caves!

We scrambled over rocks and climbed under downed trees. I poked my head in holes. Rain sniffed leaves. While fun, it was pretty uneventful. I saw this spot on the ridge below us that looked very promising. We started heading down. Then, I saw it. I picked it up and examined it. I looked at the seemingly concave, rocky wall that was our destination. I looked at the object again. As bad as I wanted to go further, I couldn’t. In my hand, I held a sun bleached femur with a bear’s teeth marks etched into it.

I turned back. Kicking myself the whole way, I retreated. We both made it back up the gorge much more quickly than we had descended it. No more poking my head in holes. No more exploring. We now had a destination.

We weren’t in any real danger. Only perceived. While it crossed my mind, the bone surely was too thick to be human. I assume a camper had brought a cow bone for their pup and a visiting bear lifted it from the campsite. It was old. Just because there WAS a bear there doesn’t mean that there IS a bear there. Hiking around here, you pass all kinds of bear scat, marking and dinning locations.

I chickened out. But on the bright side, I lived another day. I am planning on returning in the next two days. I moved the bone, so hopefully I wont get spooked this time 🙂 Haha I just know there is a cave a little ways down that ridge around those rocks. Cavers last words? Or, perhaps their first.

Another Day on the Job

July 14th, 2013

View from the office


So many trails – so much rain… and not the dog kind. Due to today’s torrential downpours, I am trapped inside instead of on a trail with my pup like I should be. It’s OK. There’s lots of work to be done and the view from the office isn’t too bad. The sounds of birds chirping, the stream below, and hail on the roof make for a superb work soundtrack.


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Better Than Cubicle Chatter

June 27th, 2013

Office view at High Island Beach, TX


It seems like all we do anymore is work. Today, we are perched up on an old decrepit highway listening to the waves crash just a few feet from our door as we code the day away. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. We are going to launch a new version of Silly Johnny always wants to work 20 hrs on his b-day.


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Ducked Out

May 6th, 2013

We are currently hiding far, far from civilization trying to get some projects done. We thought if the only way to get to this campsite was to travel 60 miles down a sand road that requires 4×4, there wouldn’t be any distractions. We were mostly right. A large group of off duty border patrol rolled in today. They were pretty sad that this waterfront campsite was taken. Before they said that the were federales, we said it was cool if they camped in our spot with us for a day or two. Now that we know… well, after all the hassling and accusations that they put us through this winter (for just being), they are lucky that we haven’t burnt them out. Just kidding. Mostly. Hehe.

Anyway, before I got ranting, I was mainly posting to let our friends know where we have been for the past couple of weeks and that we will be answering phone calls and responding to emails in about two weeks when we hit our deadline. Love you guys! Hope to see some of you on the east coast this year. Until then here’s a sand castle/sculpture from our last (beach front and free) campsite.

Imagine John Lennon in sand


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