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The Adventure Classroom

This past week, Cheryl and I hosted our fifth annual Big Bend Adventure for boys from the Brookshire community and their mentors. Brookshire, located west of Houston, has the highest percentage of fatherless homes in the greater Houston area.

We host these campouts in partnership with The Hangar, a ministry of Eyes On Me, a Christian nonprofit dedicated to mentoring, discipling, and serving at-risk youth and their families.

Eyes On Me is very intentional about investing in the lives of boys in the communities they serve throughout the greater Houston area. They understand that boys are often wired with tremendous energy, curiosity, and a natural instinct toward exploration and risk.


The outdoor adventures they organize for these boys in locations around Texas and Colorado provide a healthy outlet for that energy. Getting boys into environments where they can hike, climb, swim, and explore allows them to stretch themselves in positive ways and push their limits safely.

These experiences give boys an opportunity to channel their energy into purposeful action while learning resilience, courage, and responsibility—qualities that will serve them well as they grow into manhood.


The boys enjoyed two days of adventure in Big Bend National Park, where they hiked, climbed, and scrambled across boulders. This year we added a couple of new experiences. We took the boys to Red Bluff, a beautiful place near our cabin, to hunt for arrowheads. Then we visited a spring-fed swimming hole along Terlingua Creek, where the boys enjoyed a cold swim in the desert.


We also planned a day of work around the property. The projects we assign require the boys to work cooperatively to complete a task. This year they pounded in more than 80 t-posts along a fence line. It was hard work that required taking measurements, learning the difference between level and plumb, clearing brush, and driving posts into the earth.


These adventures do more than create memories. They help shape young men.

Throughout Scripture, God often formed His people in wilderness places. Moses spent years in the desert before leading Israel. David learned courage in the hills while tending sheep. Elijah encountered the voice of God in a cave. Even Jesus began His ministry after forty days in the wilderness.


The wilderness has always been a classroom where character is formed.

When boys step away from screens and other distractions and enter the wide spaces of God’s creation, something important begins to happen. They discover that they can endure discomfort, overcome challenges, and accomplish things they once thought were impossible.


Many of these boys come from homes without a father present. Experiences like this allow them to spend meaningful time with mentors who model courage, responsibility, and faith. Around a campfire, on a trail, or sitting beneath a sky full of stars, conversations happen that simply do not happen anywhere else.

We are grateful for ministries like Eyes On Me that are investing in the next generation of young men. And we are grateful for the mentors who give their time, energy, and hearts to walk alongside these boys.

Sometimes the most important work in shaping a young man happens in the adventure classroom — on a trail, around a campfire, and under a canopy of stars.

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Back in the Desert

After celebrating Christmas with family, Cheryl and I packed up the Tundra and headed to our cabin in the heart of the Chihuahuan Desert. Over the course of a year, we never spend as much time at the cabin as we would like. But that is what makes the time we do get to spend there all the more special.

For the first time in years, I had a very short list of projects. That was okay, because I wanted some quiet space in which to do some reading and writing before leaving the country again in a few days. There is no better place than the desert for me to de-stress and refresh my always-in-motion soul.


One small project on my list was extending the pavers in our outdoor kitchen and picnic area all the way to the west side of the cabin. A big part of the reason for this was to cut down on dust—although dust is always part of life in the desert. It is ever-present and respects no barriers. It always finds its way in and defiantly settles on every surface.


I brought pavers from home but knew I would need more to finish the project. So after off-loading what we brought with us, we made a trip to McCoy’s in Alpine to purchase the rest. While there, we decided to stop for lunch at Magoo’s Place, known for its home-style cooking.

In all the years we have traveled through Alpine on our way to the cabin, we had never stopped to eat there. However, Rita, my new assistant, highly recommended it. Her husband’s family has deep roots in Alpine and Big Bend and knows all the good places to eat.


After leaving McCoy’s, we drove the short distance to Magoo’s Place only to find it packed for lunch. We stopped anyway and scored the last available table. I ordered the bacon cheeseburger, and Cheryl ordered a BLT—both with hand-cut fries and tea. We were not disappointed. Every bite was delicious. We agreed we would not miss future opportunities to eat at Magoo’s.


As we usually do when we visit the cabin, we scheduled fellowship time with our neighbors. We always enjoy hosting cookouts with s’mores around the campfire. It’s always good to reconnect with our friends in the desert and get caught up on the latest happenings under the Big Bend skies.


I also had time to take a long ride on my mini-bike, exploring the roads around the cabin. There are 1,100 miles of roads on Terlingua Ranch, so there is no shortage of places to explore. But my electric mini-bike keeps me closer to the cabin, where I can make it back before draining the batteries. I had a great time riding in the cool air with views of the surrounding mountains and mesas.


I added another piece of décor to the cabin as well. While visiting Dad, I came across one of my grandfather’s old cigar boxes. This one is different from the others he gave me to store small childhood treasures. It is wooden with a hinged top and a small latch. The name of the distributor in Mission, Texas, is etched on the side. I placed it next to an old photo of my grandfather on his ranch in Duval County.

Adding nostalgic touches to the cabin makes it an even more special place to visit. We want Dos Arbolitos—our place in the desert—to always be a sanctuary, a place of rest and refreshment. We know we are stewards of this place only for a season, and that one day someone else will own it.


We pray that whoever owns our small slice of geography in the Chihuahuan Desert long after we are gone will enjoy it as much as we do. We continue to work hard to make it an inviting retreat. We have made many improvements over the years, but the most important thing is not what we have done in the desert—it is what God has done to refresh us in the desert. That is why we are always happy to make the long drive back to our little slice of heaven in the desert.

Happy New Year from Dos Arbolitos deep in the heart of Texas.

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Manna in the Chihuahuan Desert

Last November, Cheryl and I hosted the first retreat at our cabin for the men from the Manna House. This Christ-centered residential recovery ministry for men addicted to alcohol and drugs is located in the small town of Brookshire. The year long program is designed to lead men to be set free, set apart and set on fire.


The Manna House guys arrived early Thursday afternoon. I rode my electric mini-bike to Little Burro Country Store at the intersection of Highway 118 and Legions Road to meet and escort them the final three miles to the cabin. I have sure enjoyed riding my mini-bike along the dirt roads around the cabin. So much fun!


The guys wasted no time in setting up their tents and getting situated. In the meantime, James and his sous-chefs, Doug and Chris, started meal prep. Prior to their arrival, my friend Kyle and I built a special table for Dutch oven cooking. James is a master of Dutch oven meals so I wanted to improve our outdoor cooking area for him to work his culinary magic.


As in the previous year, we gave each of the men a hydration backpack along with all sorts of miscellaneous gear for day-hikes: first aid kit, emergency whistle, space blanket, caribeners, flashlight and headlamp, compass, paracord bracelet, and more. We sat around the campfire that first evening talking about hiking and preparation for wilderness survival.


The guys enjoyed several hikes on the two days they visited Big Bend National Park. Each night we sat around the campfire for a debrief on the day. So much fun to hear about how much they enjoyed the park. And, of course, the guys lingered around the campfire until the stars and the Milky Way filled the night sky.


The best part of our time out west was the day Raul and Timothy were baptized in the Rio Grande River. Having a relationship with Jesus is essential to their recovery and to taking that first step to be set free, set apart, and set on fire. Having all of the guys witness their baptism made it all the more special.


I am grateful for the Manna House and their commitment to help men in recovery. Over the past twenty years I have met so many men at the Manna House whose lives were changed for the better, who arrived in a state of despair and desperation and left with a new hope and a new future.


Cheryl and I consider it a blessing to host these men at Dos Arbolitos, our little slice of heaven in the Chihuahuan Desert. Our prayer is that God would bless us with many more years of good health to continuing hosting outdoor adventures for boys and for men and helping them to connect with the One who created the beauty of Big Bend.

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Summer Projects at the Cabin

My summer has been crazy busy — which makes it challenging to find time to travel ten-hours from Katy to our cabin. To make the trip worth it, I have to find no less than a couple of free days to spend there, travel time not included. And in order to get things done I have to be very intentional about taking the supplies I need or coordinating delivery from McCoy’s in Alpine.

So far this summer, we have managed to get quite a few things done. Last month, my friend Paul Kitchen spent a few days with me at the cabin. We worked from first light to last light to complete a number of projects on my list. Paul is a super-handyman and knows how to get things done.

This month, my friend Doyle Lowry traveled to the cabin from Oklahoma to help me check a few more items off my list. Doyle and I have shared lots of adventures together, including backpacking the Lone Star Hiking Trail, completing the Texas Water Safari, and summiting five of the seven named peaks in Texas that are higher than 8,000 feet.


I was happy to have our new water storage tank installed by my friend Mark Chiles. I met Mark years ago at Terlingua Community Church. His ranch is about 20 miles from our place. He is the local rep for Tanks-A-Lot and had the tank we needed. This tank was a gift from Kingsland Baptist Church in Katy on the occasion of my 20th year on staff.


A few hours after Mark installed the tank the monsoon rains came roaring in. What timing! And, with a few more light rains, we now have 400-gallons of water in this 1,200 gallon storage tank. Water catchment and stewardship in the desert is important. Grateful to have this tank which now gives us 3,400 gallons of water storage capacity.


Months ago I built a perimeter wall to create a courtyard in front of our guest cabin. I added a counter area for cooking, installed an outdoor fireplace, and added firewood storage. The next step in the plan was to lay pavers in the courtyard. McCoy’s delivered my order of pavers earlier in the month while I was out of the country.


Doyle and I spent an entire day leveling the ground and then laying the pavers in the courtyard. Working under the shade of the solar panel porch sure helped as the temperature was over 100-degrees. After laying the pavers Doyle swept sand between the joints to lock everything down. Wow! Love the results and can’t wait to get the outdoor table and chairs to the cabin.


The next thing on the list was building a foot-bridge over the swale on our north tract. A couple of years ago, I dug a 300-foot long swale and berm to slow down and retain rainwater on the property. The swale comes alive with native wildflowers in the Spring — a really pretty sight. The new foot-bridge will make it easier to take supplies in our Gorilla cart for some of the permaculture projects we are doing on the north tract.


Doyle helped me complete the final 660-feet of fencing on the north tract. The cedar posts and metal t-posts have been in place for two years. I bought the final two rolls of field fence for this tract at Tractor Supply in Katy. Doyle and I managed to stretch, install, and clip-in both rolls under the searing Big Bend summer skies. Took us two days and gallons of Gatorade but we got it done.


We also installed a gate along the fence on our southwest tract. This gate is across the road from our driveway onto the property where we have our cabins. This will give us easy access to the area where we will add some camping cabanas in the future.


Finally, Big Bend Telephone stopped by to upgrade our off-grid internet service. We have several neighbors who use Starlink but we have been very happy with BBT. Last month a hail storm knocked our dish out of alignment and BBT dispatched a crew to stop by and get us back on line — important because of our security cameras.


Our off-grid retreat is coming along a step at a time. The work is therapeutic for me. After a hard day of work I enjoy sitting by the fire pit to enjoy the cool breezes, the sunset, and then the magnificent star-crowded skies of Big Bend. Hope to get back out West in a few weeks. Grateful for my friend Doyle and his willingness to join me for summer projects at the cabin.

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Work at the Cabin is Never Done

As I have often said, the work at the cabin is never done. And in this season of my life that is a good thing. The older I get, the more intentional I have to be to stay active. Staying active is essential to, in the words of Toby Keith, not letting the old man in. The old man, it seems, is always knocking at my door.

I made a quick trip to the cabin primarily to have a required service upgrade from Big Bend Telephone. Yes, we do have internet service at our off-grid cabin thanks to the marvels of modern technology. The upgrade however, did not happen. Troubles with a tower diverted technicians to that location and left me having to reschedule the upgrade. No worries. I live with Plan B, C, and D in my back pocket.

I have to make the most of every trip to the cabin, so I was prepared with my list of pending projects. My friend Paul Kitchen accompanied me on this trip. Paul is my missions ministry resident and also teaches a trade program for teens in the town of Brookshire just west of Katy. He is a hard working and talented guy.

Whenever I need to haul a big load of supplies to the cabin, my friend James Meredith always loans me one of his trailers. The week before the trip, Paul and I and our buddy Mike Aronson loaded decking, t-posts, a heavy roll of field fence, and a partial cord of firewood into the trailer. James used his skid steer to top off our load with heavy cedar logs provided by my friend Jeff Smith.


Paul and I met at 6:00 AM on Monday and went to James’ MTNest Farm in Pattison to pick up the trailer. We then headed down the two-lane road toward San Felipe and onto Interstate 10 for the ten-hour drive to the cabin. We stopped at Buc-ee’s in Luling to top off the fuel tank and to make some adjustments to the load for a smoother ride. Buc-ee’s is a must stop on any Texas road trip!


Moments after we arrived at the cabin the monsoon rains greeted us with thunder and lightning and refreshing rain. So, we settled in for a bite to eat and watched the storm. Storms in the desert have a majesty all their own. When you experience a desert storm you can better understand John Denver’s lyric, “You fill up my senses, like a storm in the desert.”


The following morning we off-loaded the heavy cedar logs without the use of a skid steer. I will use these posts when we start building our primitive campsite cabanas on our tracts to the west of the cabin. These sites will help us when we host our annual campouts for boys from fatherless homes and for men recovering from alcohol and drug addictions.


After carefully stacking the heavy cedar logs, Paul and I built a 16-foot long firewood rack in front of the guest cabin courtyard. This rack will hold firewood to stock the camping cabanas once they are completed. Campfires are important because they are a gathering place where folks can have conversations and share stories. That’s why we want to always have a big supply of firewood.


Last month a hail storm did some damage on the property. Two of our security cameras took a direct hit along with the dish that provides our internet. The hail also knocked out a window screen at the guest cabin but fortunately did not break the window. I asked Paul if he could build awnings for the two small windows at the guest cabin to protect them from future hail storms. Using scraps of lumber leftover from previous projects, Paul pulled it off and constructed heavy-duty awnings.


The next project on the list was decking the area in front of my shipping container shop. Paul also took on this project while I caulked and painted the window awnings. Really pleased with the result. This is the area where I set up my sawhorse workbench and enjoy working on projects under the beautiful Big Bend sky. The deck is a huge upgrade.


The final project on this list was to complete a 350-foot long section of fence along one side of our southwest tract. The cedar posts and t-posts have been in place for a few months, just waiting for the fence. Paul and I stretched and installed the fencing and then topped it off with a strand of barbed wire. Only 2,640 more feet to go! Will get it done a bit at a time.


And now, I am back home and need to start packing for my upcoming trip to Türkiye. Don’t yet know when I will make it back to Big Bend but grateful for the time Paul and I spent working on projects at the cabin. This was one more opportunity to keep the old man out!

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A Slow Paced Time at the Cabin

After spending a month out of the country, it was nice to toss my clothes and tools into the Tundra and head west to the cabin. Although Cheryl and I have grown accustomed to the 9 hour and 60 minute drive to our cabin, I have to say that after driving 6,500 miles through Australia’s outback last month, the 10 hour trek to Big Bend just did not feel as long.

I normally have a long list of projects to complete whenever we head west, but intentionally kept my to-do list short on this trip. I needed to do some maintenance stuff around the property — little things that are always way down on my list. So, I moved the little stuff to the top of my list this past week.


First, I wanted to address our Texas-themed picnic tables. When I painted the tables, I chose not to distress them but instead let the Big Bend sun and wind do that for me. After three years, the tables have weathered beautifully. In order to preserve the rustic charm, I lightly sanded all of the tables and then gave them two coats of spar urethane. I am very happy with the results.


Second, since buying my log-splitter, I have enjoyed cutting rounds and then splitting them at home for use at the cabin. I now have a lot (almost a full cord) of firewood in my backyard, split and ready for transport. So, I tossed as much firewood as I could into the bed of my truck for use at the cabin.


Now, I have already built four firewood racks but, with all of the extra wood, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to build one more. So, that’s what I did. I built rack numbers 5 with scrap lumber and set it up on the west side of our guest cabin. We will not run out of firewood anytime soon.


Third, I added some items from my 6,500 mile Australian Outback roadtrip to distribute 10,000 copies of Luke’s Gospel and to serve as an ambassador for the new animated Jesus Film currently under production. Good memories associated with the three-week trip from Texas to the heart of Australia.


Fourth, my neighbor Joe stopped by to finish the last of the electrical work on the guest cabin. We ran some conduit from my solar panels to the cabin and then tidied up all of the wiring. We now have enough battery power to operate the mini-splits in both cabins all day and night. And, Joe has set everything up so that I can check the status of my batteries from my phone and operate the mini-splits from my phone as well.


Finally, Cheryl and I enjoyed spending every evening around the fire pit, waiting for the golden hour — those waning moments of the day when the sun starts to slip below the horizon while painting the evening sky with magnificent colors. The sunsets combined with the pleasant evening breezes were amazing. We sat by the fire pit every evening until the ambient light of the sun faded away and gave way to the night sky.


Grateful, as always, for cabin time. The drive from Katy to Big Bend is always enjoyable. I love looking out at the vast expanses once we get past Kerrville. So relaxing. And, of course, the time at the cabin is absolutely good for our hearts. Working with my hands is also good for my heart and my head. Always looking forward to our next visit.

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Introducing Boys to Adventure

My days of adventuring started when I was a kid growing up in the small South Texas town of Mission. Our mesquite-shaded backyard, accented with broad stands of prickly pear growing out of hard-packed dirt, was where I first felt the thrill of adventure. I climbed and fell out of mesquite trees, harvested crispy and lifeless cicada shells clinging to gnarly mesquite branches, stalked birds with my air rifle, and made my first campfire in that big backyard.

My thirst for adventure is still strong six-decades later. But what really adds to my excitement is introducing boys to adventure. When Cheryl and I purchased our first tract of land in the Chihuahuan Desert outside of Big Bend National Park, we dreamed of developing it as a basecamp for adventure — especially for boys and dads, boys without dads, and families.


This past week we hosted our fourth annual Big Bend Adventure for boys from the Brookshire community and their mentors. The Brookshire community, located west of Houston, has the highest percentage of fatherless homes in the greater Houston area. We host our campouts in partnership with The Hangar, a ministry of Eyes On Me. This Christian non-profit exists to mentor, disciple, and serve at-risk youth and their families.

The boys arrived mid-afternoon on Sunday. Their first order of business was to select a campsite and pitch their tents. For many of the boys, this was their first time to set up a tent and to sleep outdoors. One boy spent the first night sleeping on top of his sleeping bag because he did not know that he was supposed to unzip it and crawl inside. The temps dipped to 26-degrees that night. He learned a valuable lesson and was much warmer on his second night.

On the first night around the campfire, we gave each boy a hydration backpack and all sorts of survival gear — first aid kit, headlamp, flashlight, emergency blanket, whistle, compass, paracord bracelet, and other cool outdoor stuff. We explained why each piece of gear is important and then used that item as a metaphor for a spiritual lesson.


The boys enjoyed two days of adventure in the national park. They hiked some beautiful trails and saw some remarkable scenery. This was the first time many of these boys had visited a national park. They enjoyed every minute of hiking and boulder scrambling and dipping in the Rio Grande River.


We also set aside one day for the boys to do tasks around the property that can only be accomplished by cooperating with one another. We talked to them about the importance of doing any assigned task well and why their work is essentially their signature.


This year the boys pounded t-posts along what will become a new fence line, fastened the horizontal pieces to cedar posts to make H-brackets and then tensioned those brackets with smooth wire. As in years past, they did a truly remarkable job on their assigned tasks.


James Meredith returned once again to serve as lead camp cook. James met with some of the boys to plan and execute meal prep. Every meal was so good. It was great to see some of the older boys step up to help with the meal preparation — a great way to learn responsibility.


My favorite time is always our evening campfire time. The boys sat around the campfire and listened to testimonies from our friend Rene, aka 211, from El Paso. He shared his powerful story of spending years in prison and falling in love with Jesus. He is a great mentor and a powerful speaker.


My friend a fellow staff member Bobby Cooley shared his emotional story of growing up in a broken home. Bobby is a testimony to the transforming power of the gospel. God rescued him from a childhood so crazy and that was leading him down a path that would have destroyed him.


A young man who goes by the name Nephew was released from prison 36 days prior to the campout. He shared his story of being shot on the streets, almost dying, going to prison, and having a life-changing encounter with Jesus who transformed his life.


As a result of listening to these campfire testimonies, five boys placed their faith in Christ and asked to be baptized in the Rio Grande River. Remarkably, on the day of the baptism, a visitor to the park who witnessed the baptisms asked questions and then placed his faith in Christ for salvation and was also baptized.


Once again, Cheryl and I felt reaffirmed in our commitment to make our place available to serve the purpose of God in our generation. Our hearts are filled with gratitude to God for the ministry of The Hangar and all of the boys and mentors who spent the week with us under the magnificent Big Bend skies. To God be the glory for the things He has done.

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A Courtyard in the Desert

After back-to-back trips to Cambodia and Türkiye in January, I was grateful for a few days off to spend with Cheryl at our off-grid cabin in Big Bend. We have grown accustomed to the 9 hour and 60 minute trek from Katy to our place in the Chihuahuan Desert. We enjoy the drive and our stops along the way.

Because we are still developing our place, we always have a list of projects to accomplish on every visit. We have learned to plan well, to always buy an extra one or two of this or that in case we run short, to see visible progress, and to dream about next steps.

On this particular trip, we had a few things on our list.


First, we took a truckload of firewood with us to restock our supply so that we can continue to enjoy evening campfires under the dark skies of Big Bend. I recently purchased a log splitter to make processing firewood faster and easier. When you consider that a bundle of firewood is about seven bucks, the log splitters has more than paid for itself.


Second, we carried supplies to complete the perimeter half-wall in front of our guest cabin. We are especially excited about this courtyard enclosure that will become a nice place for guests to cook or to simply sit to enjoy the views or conversation. This courtyard in the desert is akin to a front porch.

Years ago I posted a blog entitled The Front Porch in which I wrote: “The front porch, once an essential architectural feature of homes, has become a thing of the past. In the days before the twin sirens of air-conditioned comfort and television lured families into their homes, the front porch was the gathering place — the spot where families cooled off on hot summer nights and actually conversed with one another before going to bed.”

I grew up in homes that had front porches, actual places where we sat and had conversations and laughed and talked about the events of the day. Our little courtyard in the desert is meant to offer folks who visit a place to do those very things.


We are far from finished but pleased with the progress. I managed to finish the perimeter walls and then Cheryl and I started on the pavers. We set three rows of pavers, enough for us to move the fireplace from our outdoor cooking area to the courtyard. It’s exciting to think about all of the good conversations and laughter and stories that will be shared around that fireplace.


Third, we made more progress on our electrical plans. Our neighbor Joe and his son, who is visiting from Minnesota, spent a couple of days running power to my shop and our outdoor cooking area as well as adding some components to our solar system. So happy with the progress.


Fourth, we had to squeeze in an unexpected project. Three years after installing rain barrels in the back of our cooking area, the recent freezing temperatures froze the water in a partially exposed area and busted the pipe connecting all of the bulkhead fittings on the rain barrels. Bottom line: we lost 275 gallons of precious rainwater.


We had to drive an hour north to McCoy’s in Alpine to pick up new fittings and more pipe insulation to make the repairs. The repairs were easy enough but time-consuming. But, that’s life off-the-grid. The weather is always taking its toll on something out in the desert. You just have to roll with the punches and do what you gotta do.


Cheryl and I enjoyed another great week at the cabin, some spectacular sunsets, beautiful sunny days, and some really cold nights. From the cabin we drove to Dallas to celebrate our oldest granddaughter’s sixth birthday — our Valentine’s Day baby. And then from Dallas back to Katy. A lot of miles but grateful for every minute Cheryl and I had to spend together and with our family.

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A Chihuahuan Desert New Year

It’s hard to believe that another year has come and gone. Time seems to fly by faster and faster the older I get. I told a friend that at my age I can’t afford to kill time because time is killing me. I have to make the most of every day.

Once again, Cheryl and I celebrated — or rather slept through — the transition to the New Year out at our off-grid cabin. With a waning moon, the stars were definitely big and bright deep in the heart of Texas. And the nights were cold out in the Chihuahuan Desert where the creosote offers little protection from the north winds.

We headed to the cabin after spending a couple of days with my 95 year-old Dad down in South Texas. Still in great health and with a mind as sharp as ever, Dad is my hero and inspiration. He is an eternal optimist and has remained curious about the world — although he is now resigned to exploring new places by way of his favorite travel shows.

We were excited to meet the Perry family, friends from church, staying at our guest cabin. This was their first visit to Big Bend National Park and they had some fun days planned for their girls. We had the opportunity to share a pleasant night around the campfire before they headed back to Katy.

As always, we had a list of projects, a truck full of materials, and only a few days to make a little more progress on our off-grid paradise. So, we wasted no time.


The first thing on my list was to start on the outdoor cooking area under the solar porch at our guest cabin. The plan is to build half walls clad in corrugated tin to serve as a wind block. I built a cooking counter out of recycled lumber and coated it with spare urethane. I will complete the half-walls on our next visit and then lay pavers to cut down on the dust.


I recently created a shadow box to display my Cub Scout knot board. I made this knot display on March 27, 1967 when I was a member of Pack 60 in McAllen. I recently found it in a box of stuff up in the attic and thought it would be a fun addition to the guest cabin.


I also replenished our firewood supply at the cabin. A couple of weeks ago, my friends Mike and Jeff invited me to join them at Jeff’s father-in-law’s ranch in Navasota where a big, old pecan tree had crashed to the ground and was destined for the burn pile. The three of us spent a morning cutting and gathering firewood for the cabin.


Cheryl tried something new on our little Blackstone grill. Since we don’t have an oven at the cabin, she used the grill as a makeshift oven and baked some really delicious cookies — lots and lots of cookies. We were so encouraged by the success of this experiment that Cheryl will try her hand at making pizza on the Blackstone on our next visit. I am absolutely ready for that!


The rest of our time was spent catching up on a lot of general maintenance items. I installed new light fixtures and added shelves to our (former solar equipment) closet in the main cabin. I also serviced our propane heaters, mouse-proofed our outdoor toilet and shower area, and completed a few others miscellaneous things on the list. Always something on the list.


The weather was amazing. Pleasant days, amazing sunsets, really dark and cold nights, and the soothing and therapeutic silence of the desert. This is a gift — a wonderful gift from God. We are excited about the the year ahead and the opportunity to spend many more days in the embrace of the Chihuahuan Desert and vast Big Bend skies.

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The J & P Bar and Grill

Founded in 1883, Comstock is barely a wide spot on the lonely road from Del Rio toward the ragged and rugged Trans-Pecos region of Texas. It is located near the confluence of the Rio Grande and Pecos Rivers and close to Langtry where the legendary Judge Roy Bean was “the law west of the Pecos.”

Originally known as Sotol City, the tiny town was later named after John Comstock, a railroad dispatcher for the Galveston, Harrisburg and San Antonio Railway. Today, Comstock has less than ten named streets and not many more residents. However, the nearby canyons hide a treasure worth seeing.

Nearby Seminole Canyon State Historical Park is home to some of the oldest rock art in North America — pictographs as old as, by some estimates, 4,000 years. It’s hard to wrap your head around the fact that ancient inhabitants of this region left a cryptic record of their existence on the walls and ceilings of caves along Seminole Canyon.


Comstock is also home to the J & P Bar and Grill, a place that is located at the spot along Highway 90 where you both enter and leave Comstock. Blink and you are likely to miss it.

On occasion when we travel to our off-grid cabin out in Big Bend, we will opt to take Highway 90 instead of Interstate 10. We enjoy this desolate route and the magnificent scenery that is the very definition of iconic cowboy country. When we do take this route, we try to time our travel so that we can stop for a bite to eat at the J & P Bar and Grill — the only place to eat in Comstock and a favorite of local ranchers and roughnecks.

Wherever I travel in Texas, I am always on the lookout for a great bacon cheeseburger. So, when I first traveled through Comstock I decided to stop at the J & P Bar and Grill — housed in a nondescript metal building just west of the intersection of Highway 90 and Highway 163.


The inside is one big dining area with a bar, clean restrooms, and Texas decor hanging on particle board walls. The staff is Texas-friendly for sure and the menu offers a lot of comfort food options, including a variety of burgers.


As usual, I ordered a simple bacon cheeseburger with mustard and mayo and veggies and a side of onion rings and a tall glass of iced tea. Of course, I always make sure I ask for crispy bacon because I think it is a crime in Texas and not a very nice thing to do to offer a paying customer limp bacon on a cheeseburger.


Well, my expectations were exceeded. The ciabatta buns held a half-pound of meat cooked to perfection and the onion rings were golden and crispy and oh so good. The taste of this burger is amazing and made me wish I had an extra stomach to eat a second or third helping. Honestly — one of the best burgers I have had in all of my travels around the Lone Star State.

Comstock and the J & P Bar and Grill are a long way from anywhere and, for most folks, on the other side of nowhere. But, that is why if you are ever within driving distance you should make it a point to make the pilgrimage to this eatery. The J & P is now one of the reasons I often alter my route from Katy to our cabin. It is just worth the stop and will make you feel good about Texas.