The Western Hill Country is magical. There’s no other way to describe it. It starts as soon as you leave Glen Rose and take 281 south. The land rises and the “mountains” begin. They are low mountains, but they are comparable to the Appalachians, and they continue across the Edwards Plateau almost until Mexico. Cowboy culture is still very much alive, and a recent trip included “rustling” of longhorns, dawn hikes, and late morning trail rides before the 100 degree heat of the afternoon. Prairie and cottontails give way to scrubby mountains and jackrabbits. The earth becomes a fine, white dust in the direct sunlight as water becomes more scarce the closer one gets to the Chihuahuan Desert. One lays up memories to sustain oneself through the weeks in the city. Come on out and ride with us.
