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Thursday, February 20, 2020

Our Good Fortune

A change of plans

My fortune cookie from the Chinese restaurant said I would be traveling and come into a fortune soon. I thought that $50 would be a fortune to me. We picked up our mail on the way home and had an unexpected check for $498. I think we should go back for Chinese again, next week.

Another hike at Enchanted Rock State Park

We had a good run of staying healthy this past year until the pesky virus caught up with us.

We had booked a trip to Merida, Mexico, the capital of the Yucatan. Fortunately, we had purchased travel insurance. The doctor recommended that we not fly and gave us the documentation to submit to the insurance company. If we had chosen to board the plane with hacking coughs, there may have been a rebellion ending with us in the Gulf of Mexico. We should be getting an insurance check for the flights and hotel.

A hint of spring to come at Enchanted Rock.

Another funky Fredericksburg restaurant for brunch.

We were disappointed to miss swimming in the Mexican cenotes and bici ruta (bike ride through the city on Sunday mornings) but there are plenty of good things to see and do on this side of the Gulf. We are looking forward to warmer weather to recuperate from the ugly virus.

Before leaving LBJ State Park, Mike helped move three young buffalos that were heading to auction. The process is choreographed with 3 people opening and closing the gates on the chutes while Jeff ushered them into the livestock trailer. 

 Fortunately, a rowdy guy lead the way and two more followed him through the chute and into the trailer. The older buffalo were running back and forth on the other side of the fence but settled down once the young ones were loaded. They are sold to other ranches to keep the bloodlines separate and the money is returned to run the state park. 

Caprock State Park in Texas's panhandle has a wild heard of buffalo that LBJ SP is working with to eventually rotate and build up its herd in the future.

Down at the Sauer Beckman Farm, they had butchered a cow and were making sausage as we made our rounds. We took a hard pass when Daniel offered up his blood sausage and head cheese.
We filed our income taxes before leaving the Hill Country and are getting a refund. Woo Hoo! We appreciate the good fortune the cookie foresaw. Now for the traveling part.

 We are headed south and east over the next couple of months.