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 and figured if the car headed east bound long enough I’d end up at Interstate 35 and from there finding home would be a cinch. And I don’t even recall how I ended up in Jacksboro in the first place. It is when drivers get lost in the words of a great song on the radio and their imagination runs off on another route while hands remain on the steering wheel following the mind.
Unfortunately, not much time was spent here since I was running with the late afternoon clocks. But there is always a need for gasoline. I stopped off on the corner of, well I don’t remember, but it was a corner gas station. I heard to men at the next pump talking about business and cattle. I went inside for to buy a coke and listened to the lady in front of me talk about her grandfather’s collection of plows. Two boys argued over who was going to be first at getting to the park, or maybe it was the other’s backyard.
People in Jacksboro take their heritage very seriously. Not only does the landscape offer trails and streams and outdoorsy things to do, you will find all kinds of historical opportunities in and out of town. Museums, trailways, and some good restaurants will be found among some of the relics as I have shown in the photo above. There’s a sign that I didn’t get a photo of out of town of a cemetery sign called “Dark Corner Cemetery”. Since time bound me to the east, I didn’t have time to visit this place and add photos to my cemetery picture collection. Maybe you’d like to join me some evening on an excursion of haunted cemeteries in Texas.
It is always such a pleasure to loose oneself in the springtime in West Texas. I cannot wait to do it again.