Ever been to No Trees, Texas? It’s actually a place. A city. People live there.
I ask because I drove from Central Texas to West Texas today. And as you go west, the trees begin to disappear. I didn’t go to No Trees, but soon after heading west from San Angelo, just past all those super-gigantic white windmills, I noticed that the trees…yeah, there weren’t any. Unless you count the mesquites. And even those were barely six feet tall. And, yeah, eventually they disappeared too.
In fact, after a while as I zoomed along mile after mile after mile, there were not only no trees. There were no cars. No houses. There was some sand. And some stripped bare cotton fields. And lots of sun. And wind. Gusts up to 50 miles per hour had me gripping the steering wheel with both hands.
The trip started out beautifully. A sunny morning, lots of spectacular Texas Hill Country views as I left home between Kyle and Wimberely in Hays County. I manuevered slowly through the morning school zones in Dripping Springs, and traveled west through more spectacularly picturesque Hill Country. I crossed the bridge over the Llano River, passed up several really good bar-b-que stands in Brady (it wasn’t lunch time yet). And …well, that’s about when things started to change.
Traveling on west and northwest past Brady, one gets that old John Wayne western movie feeling. Like he might be out there riding along somewhere. Mesas and ranches and brush country provide the backdrop. And there’s not a soul around. At one point, I spotted a dozen horses gathered together near a flat-top mesa, but no riders in sight. Further west along the highway, the earth flattens out, and there’s nothing left but sun and wind. It gets a little lonesome out there.
Maybe that’s why the trees disappeared.