Fall has arrived in Texas. Memories of Hurricane Harvey still linger like poisonous bile in the stomach, but North Texas is filled with blue skies, mild weather and just enough wind to make you grin. Leaves scatter like runaway children hiding in nearby yards and ditches, peeking around shrubbery just an instant before rolling-running across fields and nearby pastures.
For one enjoyable week, I traveled the back roads of small towns and cities with no particular agenda other than to enjoy the ride and eat some fine country foods.
