One of the best things about traveling, since we really don’t really have seasons, is that we can mix it up and go experience a snowy winter for a week. That’s about as long as I can tolerate being cold.
It’s hard to imagine that just a couple of weeks ago we were “stuck” in a hotel in Oklahoma City, looking out our window at a frozen, immobile neighborhood. It had started drizzling as we pulled into Bricktown for the night, and didn’t let up for hours, even as the temperature dropped to 18 degrees Fahrenheit. In the morning all of the roads, including the Interstate, were closed. Everything was iced over.
Like little children, we watched and waited. . . impatient to go out and play. It took till noon for things to start moving again, and then we headed out cautiously. By the time we hit the Texas border, the roads were fine.
While everything up north is still frozen, yesterday we took the bike out for a ride. It was 62 and sunny, a perfect autumn day in Austin. We headed west to visit a dear friend who manages a marina. I am still giddy that after a years-long drought (where the lake had gotten so low you could walk across the bottom from one side almost to the other) Lake Travis is now full again. Strolling on the piers I could look up at a lapis blue sky, and canyon walls covered with mostly green trees. A few oaks had their last leaves, golden and tan, still clinging to their branches.
We may have a couple more cold days ahead of us, but from this point forward it will be beautiful until it gets unbearably hot. I know we won’t wait that long to head out on the highway. I’m not sure where we will be going, but, you’ll be the first to know!