Drove Mr. Boy and two other Boy Scout pals out to Wolf Mountain last night for Troop 511’s participation in the annual district Camporee. They played word games most of the way out there where the forecast is for rain this morning.
Weather service shows it hasn’t rained there yet. They sure need it. The dust was incredible, billowing up from the cars snaking along the dirt trail into the ranch.
Then I got a $100 speeding ticket going home, for doing 76 in a 65. “Some kind of emergency?” the DPS trooper asked. “Uh, no sir.” I’ll go back early Sunday morning to pick them up—and watch the speedometer all the way.
This is not Lost Maples State Park. It’s 
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