Earlier this week, I wrote some friends who run an organic beef business near Cameron, Texas, to see if they knew of any land for sale near them. They did.
Since Ursula is in the shop, we decided to make a day trip of it. Of course, I forgot to bring the good camera, but Suna had her phone. So we were good to go in the photo department.
OK, a currently-dry creek runs through it.
Cameron is a bit of a hike from Brushy Creek. It is Milam County. Wikipedia cites the 2000 Census in claiming there are fewer than 25,000 people living in Milam County. Most of the communities are either unincorporated or ghost towns. Even so, it’s not an entirely red county.
For some reason, the GPS thought it would be faster to go via the freeway than back roads. So the trip there took much longer than the trip home. But we got there. [But you already know that because you’ve already seen a picture. Sigh.]
I can’t imagine finding a more suitable piece of land. It is about 50 acres, which is a manageable and sustainable size. They originally were thinking we’d be most interested in a hayfield (because that’s what I indicated in the email) that was almost uniform in terrain, long and narrow. After talking they decided that a different parcel with a lot of road frontage would better fit what we were after. Boy, were they right!
The section they showed us is nearly perfect! A creek (dry because of the drought) runs through it. There is a nice wooded section where we could put a house, and there are two (dry, see above) stock tanks. But most important is that the land feels good. I could go into a bunch of new age-y stuff about power spots, but if you’re interested you already know that stuff. If you’re not interested, you don’t want to read about it here.
One part of the “less productive” field contains an old family cemetery. We uncovered the headstone for Heinrich Rentsch, who died almost a full decade before my great-grandfather emigrated from Germany.
Well, there is a lot to think about.
The trip home reminded us just how bad the drought is. At one point, we could see the smoke from no fewer than five fires. Smoke from the Bastrop fire was visible in Cameron, roughly 70 miles away as the crow flies. We could see a small one up by Bartlett, another appeared to be closer to Jarrell, at least one (maybe two) in Leander, and of course the Steiner Ranch fire.
Talk about a lesson in the frailty of the human condition!
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