I had a couple hours to kill before leaving Fredericksburg when I spotted this childhood destination on a map. With nothing more than vague heat-drenched memories of being dragged to “interesting” places by my mom, I decided to check it out and hopefully spot a bird or two before continuing on the drive.
It was hot. Only one bird. Lots of sky.
It was hard to be upset though — accurate or not, the visit matched my memory perfectly and my expectations had been set appropriately. But now, having achieved the coveted age required to find sun-baked strolls through the desert charming, I’m glad I gave in to the nostalgia.
After all, who doesn’t like a good sky?