Huecho Tanks is not just your ordinary run of the mill state park. You need to be here at least one hour before the gates close to get your mandatory indoctrination. As we rushed to get here, Deb said, “This doesn’t make sense. The timing is all wrong!” It turns out that this little tiny corner of Texas is on Mountain Time, so we got a one hour reprieve...phew!
We got our indoctrination orientation certificate, which we are suppose to carry at all times. Three quarters of Huecho Tanks is only accessible on guided tours. The tour started out easy enough, and then we got to the part where you have to scamper up a rock face, sneak along a narrow ledge before sliding down a ledge on your butt. After that you can crawl into a cave, lie on your back and look up at some pictographs. We were an awesome standout in our group of ten because our shoes did not slip on the rocks. We taught all those youngin’s that retirees are a force to be reckoned with!
After lunch and our siesta (okay, we’re still a little wimpy), we explored the North Mountain (elev 4800 ft), the only place you can go without a park ranger. The elevation is impressive until you realize that the camp ground is at 4,200 ft.
The wind blows constantly with some pretty health gusts so we sat in our little picnic pavilion, enjoyed scenery and talked about renting an apartment in the Southwest for a year so we see all the seasons. By 8:00 we decided to eat dinner.
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