Last weekend shane and I camped at Garner State Park, about 95 miles west of San Antonio, in other words, a six hour ride out of houston. We went in search of yellows, reds, browns and greens and to breathe the crisp dry air. Well the air was lip-chappin dry and crispy into the 30′s at night, and the leaves never turned crazy colors this year, but change was everywhere - living outdoors in hill country is another world – beautiful, peaceful and free. We took a hike at Lost Maples that kicked our asses, mine and shane’s that is – beso was fully charged and 10 steps ahead the whole way. Poor guy though, on the last camping trip he fell out of the canoe and that was a little traumatic, but this time, wandering around at night sniffing out the wildlife, he got skunked – he was a little freaked but the momma insticts kicked in and we went into deep cleanse mode until he smelled like dial and campfire. i guess we were all looking for a little adventure.
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