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Texas Hill Country teases, hides and reveals. Part One.

Spring 2021-Travels there by way of Provo, Bryce Canyon and Bottomless Lakes.

This was the trip that convinced us we needed a bigger RV. It also, despite some bumps in the road, revealed we could actually survive and maybe even thrive in an RV. I had a painting in the Women Artists of the West show in Kerrville Texas so we set out from Boise in our Rockwood MiniLite. Our first stop was at the campground that’s fast becoming our “usual” in Provo Utah near our son and daughter in law. Lake View is a pleasant treed park with friendly staff, although when the cottonwoods “snow” you may be sneezing! My favorite part about is the awesome collection of road signs nearby.

From there we headed to Bryce Canyon where I was determined to get some painting in. The winding roads through the hills gave Jim some experience pulling our home behind us. That night at a nice but open campground we got our first taste of winter camping and discovered we needed a hair dryer the next day to warm up the water hose! Live and learn seems to be the RV motto. The road to Bryce Canyon was gorgeous and I had perfect scenic conditions- snow dusting those beautiful red rock formations.


After driving the park roads to check out the scenery Jim dropped me off at an overlook of Sheep’s Creek. The color contrast of warm reds and cool blu white snow was amazing - I painted for hours while only dimly recognizing hope cold my hands and face were getting. Fortunately I have lovely purple sparkly fingerless gloves made by my mother in law!



I got two paintings done from my perch. One of the two won an award in the WAOW online plein air exhibit. Bryce Canyon had been a bucket list item so I appreciated the detour.

On the road we stopped down a deserted road with campsites to let the dogs run and Jim found a great ramble for them while I made sandwiches. From there we hurried towards Kerrville. The most notable event was our stay at Bottomless Lakes State Park in New Mexico near Roswell. You follow the GPS across farm fields and pasture thinking you must be lost, then it drops down into a circular depression and there’s a deep blue lake with a lovely beach and stone concession area buildings. It was shoulder season so we had it almost to ourselves, just the way we like it! My only regret is that we didn't stop to get the metal ufo garden sculpture at the roadside stand in Roswell the next day going on.


From there we drove across mile after dusty windy mile of Texas prairie. It was largely fenced in- our first indication this wasn’t a bastion of open public land. It drove us a little crazy to not have places to pull in and hike a bit and explore.

See Part Two for the rest.





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