I can hardly wait to get back to Jacksboro, Texas. Last Spring I got lost. And it was Jacksboro where I found myself calling someone on the phone to help me get home. I don’t carry maps. I figured if I drove eastbound long enough I’d end up at Interstate 35 and from there I’d know where to go. And I don’t even recall how I got here. Sometimes drivers get lost in the words of a great song and their imagination runs off on another route while hands remain on the steering wheel following the mind. Not much time was spent here since I was running with the late afternoon clocks.

It is always such a pleasure to loose oneself in the Springtime in West Texas. I cannot wait to do it again.