George, Gene, Jamey and I went to Marfa today. It was a pretty drive and took about 2 hours. The cottonwood trees were brilliant yellow around Balmorhea. On the way, George took us to this place just outside of Ft. Davis. He just calls it "the rock pile". It's a bunch of granite rocks. We saw these freaky black grasshoppers with red wings...they made funny noises...they were pretty entertaining.
1. The place had nice picnic tables under shady oak trees.
2. Nice view huh? The rock pile is a few miles down the road on the way from Ft. Davis to Valentine.
3. Picnic anyone?
4. Some of the rocks are pressing right up against the trees...as if they tumbled down the hill...which they probably did.
5. Rocks.
6. Gene with a big one.
7. More rocks.
8. This is a great sign. "BY THEIR COURAGE-THE WEST WAS MADE!" I googled the stagecoach driver's names and found nothing on Mr. Waldy or August Frensell. But John M. Dean (1852-1909) was a lawyer who drove a stagecoach for 3 months (from Ft. Davis to Van Horn Wells) because he couldn't afford to open a practice yet. He later became a Presidio County attorney and land speculator. He was also a district attorney and later a state senator. We don't know if this rock pile was a stagecoach stop or just a landmark so they knew where they were going or where the hell they were.
9. Jamey checking things out.
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