There is something bleakly beautiful about this part of Texas where my father's side of the family lives and has lived since the mid-1800s. This is not a fertile region, though thick grasses cover the landscape's rough and rocky contours and live-oak trees grow in clusters here and there. It's mostly cattle and goat country. Lately, people from other places are moving in and building retirement homes on the ridges overlooking magnificent views.
Legend has it that the remains of a Spanish conquistador were found in the cave on the mountain, thus the mountain's name.
Woodpile and Dead Man Mountain
Pecan Tree at Sunset
The Road from Home