My Own Front Door: Hidden where you would least expect it.

The window to my world broadened to my own back yard this July. My family and I were invited to an annual Fourth of July get together in a place I had never been before. It was a get together of many of the local ranchers and their extended families. Many of the extended family come in from parts around the world for this. We joined the caravan to get to this place. When they "top out on to the Mesa" they stop and walk around a little and look around before continuing on. Just before turning in to the actual place we were going, looking to the left, this is the sight we saw. The name of it is Wind Mountain.

When we got there, our friend, immediately started out on the first part of the hike. This side of the hike showed us rock markings through the ages. Petroglyhphs , the signatures left on the rocks by travelers on the Butterfield Trail, the signature of the Texas Ranger who used a cave there to stay in while dealing with issues in the area.

As this is on private land, it is not picked over and you can still find completed arrow heads and many pieces of unfinished ones. There are places that the family of the ranch says were ancient Metates, holes in the rock that were used for grinding their corn. Some of the deeper ones I belive were similar to the Indain Wells, a few miles from there.

In one of the cave areas was a cistern that had been closed in for safety sake.

After Lunch, a hike took place around the OTHER direction. The short version of the story was after a climb over the granite rocks, to the top of the "mountain", thinking of the harshness of the terrain, not for us who were there as visitors, but for the people who made a life here over many, many years. The heat, the sun, the dryness, all the while my new friends were promising me the most amazing sight in the world....