The other river walk

Somehow, a month has passed since we were in Texas. And here I am, still writing about our adventures.

Our day in Kingsland proved once again that it's the simple things that become the most memorable. Like checking out an eagle's nest and its inhabitants.

After that, we visited the Llano River at a place called the ledge. The water was cool, but that didn't stop us from wading in it.

Water and rocks and sticks and an imagination. Who needs toys when you have those four items? The kids would have played here all day if we let them.

And who could blame them?

What's the last line of that poem about finding joy in life? Dance like nobody's watching. Or in Sydney's case, dance even if everybody's watching.

On our way back to our hotel, we stopped at a scenic overlook - an area where the hill had been cut to make way for the road.

Seeing the exposed layers of rock reminded me a bit of driving over Spirit Mountain. With one minor exception. At the top of this hill, we saw cactus growing. Probably won't be seeing those in Duluth any time soon.

We miss Texas. The kids have asked several times if we could move there. I'm sure all the snow this past month has only intensified their desire. A new fun fact: we've received more snow this month than we did all last winter. Oh, joy!

I remind the kids off all the wonderful activities they're involved in at home, and the friends they'd have to leave behind. So AJ found a compromise, telling me, "I wish Esko was in Texas."