It’s Raining Mud
We’ve had a lot of interesting new experiences since moving from the Houston area to West Texas in 2009. Other than our first year married, new jobs and medical school, we’ve also witnessed a few things unique to this area.
Some truly beautiful:
Some just plain awesome:
- 82° F weather in late December
- Authentic mexican burritos larger than my forearm
- Ground squirrels so friendly they eat Poptarts from your hand
- Our street flooding due to lack of a city drainage system
- Less than stellar overall driving abilities
- Tumble Weeds
- Ridiculously large tumble weeds
- Tumble weeds living in inappropriate places
- Tumble weeds jumping under your moving car and scratching the bumper
When we found out we were moving to the great Llano Estacado more experienced westerners started warning us of the famed “Mud Rain” we were sure to encounter upon arrival. After our first year went by and we still had no idea what they were talking about we came to the conclusion those cowboys had drank too much moonshine. With another semester under our proverbial belts and still no showing of the mysterious natural disaster I had pretty much decided everyone in these parts had fallen off their rockers. Then, on a fateful day in early 2011, it happened.
Yes folks, we experienced our first mud rain shower and I am happy to inform you that we have all survived. I grew up three hours north of here, but I have never seen anything like this. It was so bizarre. It seriously rained mud onto my poor car (who would usually be parked in the garage, but was displaced because of it’s selfish owner’s secret furniture project).
And, unfortunately for old red up there, that Mazda belongs to a medical student who would rather blog than take the time to wash her car and would rather eat than use the limited bank funds to pay for a car wash….so he might be looking like a survivor of the 1930’s dust bowl for sometime.