Theodore Roosevelt, now the North Park.
Everywhere where you look you see, grass
fields, hay bales and oil pumps.
Started on a small hike to an overlook,
and yes a real storm blew over.
Lukely, made it to the shelter at the overlook point.
Basically, a roof of about 15 feet square, on stone pillars.
But the rain, hail (ice blocks up to an inch) and
especially the very strong wind, made us all totally wet.
But 20 minutes later, the storm was over,
another 20 minutes I was dry, and another 20 minutes later,
wet again due the the sweating from the heat and humidity.
But from then on, all hiking was nearly impossible.
Rivers everywhere, and the clay or bentonite made walking
nearly impossible. Pounds of mud sticks immediate to
your boots, and very, very slippery.
And everywhere pools of mud water.
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