Yesterday was wash day and I had about 20 deer keep me company at the park laundromat. What a mess. The park folks say there are about 200. Bad news for the foliage; great news for diseases. My old wildlife biology degree props itself up in front of me when I see mismanagement such as this.
On the road again –getting tired of moving everyday; I decide after looking at San Antonio on the Internet – River Walk; Alamo photo galleries - to skip the big city and keep moving. After four and a half hours of driving through beautiful rolling country side, I was brought to the hidden treasure call Palmetto (after the miniature palm trees) State Park 15 minute and a lifetime off the freeway. I immediately fell in love with the place because it reminded me of the farmland that I grew up on in Indiana. Oak trees everywhere; Burr, Pin, Red plus hickory and pecan. In the trees were cardinals and wrens both singing their spring hearts out. And in the undergrowth to keep you alert were timber rattlers, copperheads, cottonmouths and coral snakes. At every trail head was a sign declaring “Watch out for Snakes.”
I spent the afternoon walking the trails marveling at the setting. (also whispering “here snakes, here snakes, is that you, snakes?..”)
At night it was muggy again and for the first time since leaving La Conner, I slept under only a sheet and in the nude.
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