We have only seen accumulation of snow in Texas. West of Dallas the terrain and geography changed drastically along with the weather. Mesquite trees and brush dotted the landscape. Towns became farther spaced and less and less populated. In some counties the population density almost matched one person for every acre (and two cows for every person). Stopping in at a local hunting and sporting shop we were offered a stay, 40 miles down the road, in a town called Throckmorton.
With temperature dropping rapidly from the setting sun and an onset of a cold front, we humbly accepted the offer. Riding out to Throckmorton we focused on having someplace out of the elements and possibly a warm meal. Our directions were to Coalson’s Grocery.
Upon arriving the daughter of the family picked us up in a pickup and brought us to the Ray home. We then proceeded to a home-style diner; Where we were told saw the face of every resident throughout the day. After meeting the family we were set to bed, Paul in the shed and myself in the back room. We stayed the next full day.
I got a chance to ride out with the daughter and meet up with a few of her friends. It was an opportunity to visit with kids my own age. Astonishingly, that very group of kids mocked my home town group of friends perfectly, you could say the only difference would be the cowboy hats.
Amie Ray, the daughter, took me out for the daily chores around town while the morning snow showed no immediate signs of melting. We fed the pigs and the horses and still had time to make it home before high school started.
Our morning of departure aligned with the family’s pre-planned trip to a stock show. We said goodbye and wished them luck with their pig Spartan. Throckmorton is titled as being ‘the gateway to the west.’ An achievement we were proud to reach. We now have to contest with endless ranch land and flat terrain as we move farther from the Gulf of Mexico’s humid affects on climate.