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Bell's and Hutton's Vireos kicking in the further west I get, still hearing painted buntings. Orchard Oriole, Summer Tanager, Yellow-throated Vireo, Red-eyed Vireo and East Wood Peewee all singing at the campsite, its getting pretty far West for them last three.

Will do, Seattle-DC ain't nothing to sneeze at.

A testament to the brevity of life....

If I coulda been here some years earlier, THIS guy on the Llano would been my way to paid access.....



Note that the likely deceased Mr Keller specifically had a sign up saying he bought old guns.

That and the fact that he had his own working cannon (steel liner in barrel) sparked my interest....



I'm sorry I missed the guy.

Great trip and pics, sir. But you grossed me out about driving buttermilk!

Ol’ Crockett Keller is a good fellow! Known him for quite a while. Btw, his Texanishe Deutsch is immpecable!!! Last I spoke with hime was about 6 years ago.

As best I know he’s still kickin’. Drew national attention a few years back

https://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/05/us/texas-gun-instructors-ad-draws-inquiry.html

Ya well, not all men are cut out for this sorta thing there Jorge

Ya know Bob, I was thinking you prob'ly knew this guy (the old guys who hang around cannons network ) but I didn't know it was THAT guy Hope he's doing good.

Anyhoo, on the other side of the river there was a sizeable RV/tent campground that was conspicuously posted "CLOSED, GO AWAY!" or words to that effect. The campground host where I'm at told me that place was soon to host some high zoot jet ski races.

So maybe things are gonna change there.

Well you can always stay under the bridge there. When you get back I have a story to tell you about Crockett, the Llano River bridge ( he owned both sides of property on north bank) and a canoe club that tried to get irate with him and the state. But they just couldn’t. Its kinda funny.

Buttermilk is nectar of the gods.

Mike,

I would drop back on the water consumption and start drinking more Gatorade. When I was baling 1,500 ac. of alfalfa by myself I couldn’t keep the AC going in the cab because of all the dust and chaff plugging the fins. Even with both doors and the windshield propped open it would still get over 95* any day with the sun out. I couldn’t carry enough water in the cab to keep me hydrated enough to ward off leg cramps. I started carrying two of the large (1.75L) bottles and drinking them and only kept 1 gallon of water in the cab. Stopped the cramps and my stomach wasn’t feeling like a balloon.

Best of luck! Stay safe and thanks for taking us along!

How was the llano flow at that crossing? Island on downstream side visible?

Some road trip. Didn't even pop a wheelie.

That must've been that other big boned wayward half-breed Yankee that you saw. My beer bong shenanigans ended in the early 90s, I'm pretty sure. Good for that dude, though. The locals were a riot and welcomed our squad in with open arms and shared their camp, their booze and maybe the best part, kick-ass brisket done right then and there and served up to all in thick, tender slabs between two slices of white bread.

I'm pretty sure this was the last evening we saw one another. Your on screen attitude seen is exactly what you're like: laid back and quietly taking in the scenery.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vIpSx5mE3M&feature=youtu.be

At about 3am the next morning, I dunno', some 6 hours after this was shot and after our little siesta, we struck north and you gave me a whirlwind dead of night tour of SA, highlighted by a 'open all nite' taco joint feast and a viewing of the Alamo before dropping me off at the AP. Good times. You still have that cooler I gave you--the one I customized with genuine crocodile leather hinges?

You only live once, and I admire a man that pushes off the way you do on your trips. May your journey bring you big smiles and wonderful memories, tomodachi.

Enjoying the tour vicariously along with ya Mike. Good stuff. I’m jealous that you had some good ole Fredericksburg peaches!
Were there not any road side stands selling homemade peach ice cream anymore?

Of course I still have the cooler, tho considerably the worse for wear by now. Thinking back, they was prob’ly nice to us because we know Rog, in Corpus he’s like the rowdy nephew of the Most Interesting Man in the World guy.

Indeed they were, but all on the wrong side of 290 and I was pushing to make miles. Prob’ly I was doing it wrong.

You might be on to sumptin'. Pretty much everywhere he's taken me down there people know him and show respect. That ol' boy is all Texan, but when he's got steel in his hand and his Mexican side starts showing, y'all best look out!

Yep. You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't Fugg with da Rog 🤠

Gotcha.
If your gonna be headed up towards Abilene give me a heads up and I’ll deliver you up some beer of your choice or Gatorade and water and food to your campsite.

None that I saw, still water like upstream from a dam, but mostly I was looking west (upstream) for a photo.