The idea of traipsing around our new property when it was 34 degrees outside with wind gusts of 20 mph seemed ludicrous. But then, it was just 10 minutes after closing on the land and we couldn’t bear to sit in the car and just look at it through the windows. We unloaded ourselves, bundled up, and we found that the tree line does indeed protect our future home site from that nasty northern wind.
We chose to walk along the dry creek bed that runs through our property to stay out of the wind. It was a very pleasant surprise how much more comfortable the afternoon felt protected by all those trees and the dirt berms of the creek. We found a few interesting items along the way including a full, unopened bottle of water stuck in some driftwood, an old VCR tape of someone’s New York vacation (at least according to the label), remnants of plastic buckets and even a political campaign sign.
We found a few places where some obvious torrential downpour had carried (and piled) a large amount of tree debris down the creek. In some places the debris piled above our heads and there were a couple of natural dams across the creek. Some things already adding to the “To Do” list!
When we rounded one of the corners, one wall of the creek was covered in the most spectacular patch of moss I have come across in Central Texas. I took a closer look and was amazed at the intricate beauty of the delicate leaves and flowers. Not far from there we found a tree whose roots had been exposed by erosion and some local species had taken up residence inside. We now call it the Hobbit Tree!
We had to leave the creek bed for a short stretch due to the debris, but when we got back onto the “shore,” we were at our rear fence. The property beyond went uphill and a herd of a couple dozen cows came running towards us in their pasture to see these new strangers. They stayed quite a ways away and then decided we weren’t worth further investigation and ran away.
There were some very pretty spots that we will definitely have to check out again another time, but after two hours of walking and taking in the beauty of our new and future home, we decided it was time to say goodnight to the farm.
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