South Texas Fun

More shooting

Today we were invited to visit a ranch out in South Texas.  We drove about 2 hours southeast of Boerne to a beautiful ranch with all sorts of animals.  The ranch has both native and exotic species to admire and a lovely lake outside the ranch house door.  It was a little slice of South Texas heaven.

Brett still managed to feel well enough
to shoot stuff while Chloe tried not to watch.

The trip to the ranch was anything but uneventful.  We stopped to have lunch and then headed out a long country road that seemed to stretch on forever.  During the drive, Brett talked about having stomach pain and Thadd and I assured him he was fine.  He was fine up until he started throwing up in the car.  Thadd, trying to figure out what to do, kept driving.  Brett kept throwing up.  I ordered Thadd to pull over.  Brett got out of the car and dropped himself on to a grassy pile and continued to empty out his insides.  Thadd turns and says to me, "Be careful, we pulled in to the grass and it smells like it might be burning."  I inhale and agree.

I turn to Brett, who looks like death warmed over, in time to hear him announce he must also empty his bowels.  Wearing his camouflage overalls seems like a bad combination for having a pottyfest on the side of the road.  Thadd helps steady him away from soiling anything else.  It still smells like something is burning.  We manage to get back in the car removing all of the nastiness.  As we get in the car we avoid setting the grass on fire.  I think if we had stayed any longer the muffler would've ignited a nice cozy fire.  We drive three miles to arrive at the ranch house. Brett stumbles out of the car and plops down on the floor.  Thadd picks him up and carries him inside where he rests for a while.

The rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing and recovering from the ten minutes of drama.  We did some shooting and some ranch driving and lots of visiting.  We even found time to make cake pops out of brownie mix.  We didn't follow the directions so they were only good for the first three minutes out of the cake pop maker.  Brett was NOT permitted to eat any.  As we drive home from the ranch I flinch every time Brett coughs or breathes oddly.  He now has a bag in his hand in case he decides to empty his belly again on our return trip.  I can't wait to have a shower and get in my nice warm bed.

Sunset over the lake at the ranch.

I am thankful for the beautiful South Texas landscape that stands as an example of God's awe-inspiring creation and for friends who share those landscapes so hospitably(Day 32).  Goodnight Friends.