Walking at Fabulous Fabish

After a four month break from hiking and writing, I am finally back in Colorado. Perhaps this new physician will find the reason for my inability to hike at altitude without a racing heart rate. Hopeful. Cautiously hopeful.

My last walk in Texas is at Fabish Park outside of Brownwood. This 100 year old pecan orchard is one of my favorite places to experience nature. The park borders the Pecan Bayou and a field full of grazing cattle. The birds, especially Cardinals, are singing to greet the cloudy day. The owl is hooting its greeting to an unseen partner down the stream. Why this wonder is not extensively visited by the locals is a mystery….


I am still, not moving. There is no silence in the rustle of wind and birdsong. The peeking sun casts a light shadow through the passing grayness. Clarity is beginning. Light shines. A wilderness solitude fills my soul to return here whenever I receive the onslaught of people and noise that await me in the Colorado cities.

Sauntering crunch of shoes on gravel. Sweet pungent smell of wild onions. Stagnant water ripples in relentless breeze. Sublime new growth greens this old pecan orchard. Send me here. In my mind. Feel the spring air. Taste Your goodness.

Oh, Give thanks to the Lord, call upon his name; Make known His deeds among the peoples. Sing to Him, sing praises to Him; Speak of all His wonders. Glory in His holy name; Let the heart of those who seek the Lord be glad. See the Lord and His strength. Seek His face continually. Remember His wonders which He has done.” Psalms 105: 1-5a NASB

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