I turned 32 last week. (Happy birthday to me!) I have reached the point in my life where I am largely responsible for buying myself birthday presents, and I did not shirk my responsibility to me. Season football tickets, knives (I'm a romantic), a great homemade dinner and of course red rocks. There's nothing like 10 miles under the Texas sky to make me feel, well, exhausted and dirty. Also really great.
Palo Duro Canyon (it means hard wood) outside of Amarillo is an oasis of desert in the West Texas plains. Its most defining feature is The Lighthouse.
My hike was a combination of four different trails. I saw a few runners (jealous! I'll be returning there with running shoes one of these days), a lot of bikers (it seems like a good place to go mountain biking, in that the vertical is way less scary than in other places I've been) and then a couple of hikers. And quite a few dogs. I missed Obscenity. (Can you miss a dog you haven't gotten yet?)
And, for all of you hiking purists who think there's no way hiking in West Texas can compare to other places, let me dissuade you of that. Who needs Wyoming when you can find a Teton here?
|This is me on top of Palo Duro's Teton.|
Also, I walked past this. I don't know how a pile of rocks makes rain, but if that's what it takes, I'll start piling them up.