| Paramount Theatre and Hotel Wooten (tall building) |
About an hour from our destination the landscape changed. We started seeing even scrubbier bushes and shorter trees and fewer wildflowers...but tons more cactus. The little roads we were on (at 70 mph!!) cut through ranch country though we actually saw precious few cattle. This area and on north is called the Panhandle Plains region of Texas. We set up camp and headed to the TINY town of Tuscola (pop. 742) for groceries. After dinner, we went for a walk and relaxed for the rest of the evening.
On Saturday, we drove to downtown Abilene. We wandered around the deserted streets, but it would seem that nothing really opens here until 10am or so, if it opens at all on Saturdays. Even the visitor center is closed on weekends. In any case, we looked around the historic section and saw the Paramount Theatre and Hotel Wooten, both originally built by H.O. Wooten in the 1930's. Very pretty, though the theater was closed for the weekend, of course, so no tours.
| Sniff, sniff, sniff |
Next, at the recommendation of the museum guy, we had lunch at McKay's Bakery. We both enjoyed the quiche and a tasty pastry (of course). Yum!
We walked to the Center for Contemporary Arts and found a gallery showing of work by Larry Millar. We also found Larry Millar. His work is largely focused on textured abstract paintings using paints made from carbonized wood from the Cretaceous period, as well as muds from various archaeological digs in which he participates. The colors are mostly the vibrant earth tones of the American southwest...brick, soft gray-blue, ocher, green, brown, black, and even orange and white. We had a lovely time perusing the gallery, but really enjoyed it once Larry started picking our brains about which pieces we each liked and describing the techniques he used. We chatted with Larry about his paleontology work and how it has led to his artwork. At some point, Ken asked him about his Navy service. As it turns out, Larry served on the USS Enterprise, which escorted the USS Blue Ridge (on which Ken served), around South America in 1971. Ha! What a small world!
From there, we made our way to Frontier Texas!, a fascinating museum about frontier life in Texas between 1780 and 1880. The exhibits were excellent and well put together. A portion of the museum was devoted to the impact of the buffalo on the people living in the frontier. The Indians, mostly Comanches, Kiowas and Apaches, depended on the vast buffalo herds to survive, using every part of the giant animal for clothing, food, and shelter. The pioneer buffalo hunters just slaughtered the buffaloes for the hides, leaving the corpses to rot in the sun. We learned that a successful buffalo skinner could skin 50-100 buffaloes per day, and there were over 3000 hunters at the peak. Within 5 years (1874-1879), all the buffalo were gone where once the herd was so large that it was estimated at 2 million animals. How sad. There is even evidence that agents of the U.S. government encouraged the wholesale slaughter of the herd in order to weaken the Indian tribes. They were extremely successful. We also heard about the hardships of day to day living, including the loneliness, lawlessness, Indian attacks, and extreme conditions. We read a apt quote that someone had scrawled in charcoal on the door to his abandoned dugout:Gone Back East to Wife's Family
20 Miles to Water
10 Miles to Wood
6 Inches to Hell
Make Yourself At Home
| Ken and 'Barbadilla' |
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| Perini Ranch's Jalapeno Bites |

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