For what will probably be Stephanie's last birthday in Texas, we decided to go to 4 Bar K, a restaurant in Lubbock that specializes in catering and events, but is only open to the public from 11-2 on Fridays. I'd heard about it from several people who claimed it was an experience unlike any they had ever had before.
The main attraction is the all-you-can-eat barbeque and all-you-can-drink beer (for some people). However, what made it an event worthy of Stephanie's birthday was the large number of dead stuffed animals on the walls, and the disporportionate number of gruff-looking men. There was also a one-man-band (not like Mary Poppins) who managed to make every song sound exactly the same.
My favorite part of the day was when one of Stephanie's friends was asking for directions over the phone to get to 4 Bar K, and Stephanie said, "Yeah, you turn by the windmill and the rusty water tower." It doesn't get better than that.
The next stop on our journey through west Texas was Caprock Canyon, where the branch had a campout. It's sort of a weird place. You wouldn't think there would be a canyon in this part of the state, but after about an hour-and-a-half of driving through cornfields, there it is.
By the time we got there, it was dark, so we set up our tents (with some help from the guys), had dinner, and then went to bed. Here are some shots of people in the morning. That's Amber, our chaperone, who is younger than I am, with Karli, and Stephanie in the background.
Some of the people in the branch stayed up all night long, but I have discovered that I am too old and tired to think that is fun.
Amanda, Joanna, and Cathy bundled up outside their tent.
Chief cooked us a fabulous breakfast inside his motor home.
And we were back in Lubbock by noon. Here's a shot of me with a buffalo we saw on our way back:
2 comments:
Whoops. Always proofread your comments before you publish them. I didn't know you could get that close to buffalo. Aren't they dangerous? I like to camp, but being married to the Anti-Camp and having two small children, I think my camping days are at least temporarily over.
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