This crossroads town has a community center, some ag-industry buildings, and a Methodist church. The historical marker on the church says it was founded in 1915 by the Rev. T. C. Willet, who rode his bicycle from Tahoka to preach here. (That’s about a 40 mile round trip on the current roads.) That was my second favorite thing about the church.
My favorite thing was this picnic shelter next to it, with that tiny square of shade to protect the picnicking parishioners.
Maybe you’ve heard the saying, “The happiest days of a boat owner’s life are the day he buys a boat and the day he sells it.” I guess these poor boat owners just had one happy day, because the boats are abandoned in back of an abandoned
And, anyway, these boats are sort of a long way from water.
It’s easy to lament, the way I did yesterday, the loss of a local institution. However, I can say with absolute certainty that I wouldn’t have stopped to make photos of a still-in-business Dairy Queen. So there’s that.
The other Sunday was warm and sunny so the Patient Spouse and I took a drive. I’d been wanting to go to Roundup, Texas, for a while, because who wouldn’t want to visit a place with the same name as a broad-spectrum systemic herbicide and crop desiccant!
Our first stop was in downtown Roundup, where I photographed the four tallest buildings in town.