If you live in Texas or anywhere in the southwest, you know that the summer of 2011 is just plain hot. Hot and no rain. No rain and dead lawns and crops. My wife and I were surprised at how brown everything was on our drive to our kid’s summer camp. I can only imagine the trouble that farmers and ranchers are having during a drought like this.
During our volunteer stint at Camp Tejas, I stopped just long enough to take this windmill one morning. I’m pretty sure it’s strictly decorative, but its rustic decor added to the flavor of the area. Rumor had it that the lake was about as warm as bath water, so you know it was hot.