Dispatch from Marshal Moose
There is hope. After a whole day of plodding along trails in The Big Thicket and not seeing a single horse or long horn steer anywhere I was back at the campsite feeling sad. But you can’t really keep a Moose down even if I was not going to get a hat so I walked around the camping area. Don’t think big rocks and a bed roll with someone playing the harmonica while the fire dies down, no this is fancy camping in land yachts and a few pill boxes like ours. Anyway I was being my normal friendly helpful self bringing cheer to all (ED NOTE: Sheesh, enough already) and then I spotted him. He was sitting by the campfire fire (we never have a campfire) with his fancy boots (we have no fancy boots) and cowboy hat. A really neat hat! Just like I need, except I need a white one cause I am The Marshal. Jimmy was not from here but he was from Texas - I knew it, there had to be the real Texas somewhere. He has a huge ranch and ranch hands and hay and stuff. Wow. He said he was three hours away. I am only three hours from the real Texas. Now what can I do to convince the Driver to go three hours away. I need to work on that, so no more scribing tonight, must plan for the Great Texas Get-a-Way.
A somewhat rare Pitcher Plant along one of the trails we hiked in the Big Thicket. Most of them are about gone at this point in the year, this one had a tiny bit of color left. The insects are attracted by color and odor and then get trapped inside and dissolve in the plants fluids.
Typical Big Thicket area. Good hiking trails at this time of year, few insects.