Monday, December 15, 2025

Road Trip to Lubbock, Texas

 


It’s a story of the Wind and the Plow

Lubbock YouTube Video

The story of Lubbock, the "Hub City" of the Texas South Plains, is a saga written in red dirt, marked by stubborn persistence, the whisper of the wind, and the transformative power of water and education. It begins not with a single stroke of genius, but with a competitive scramble on the open prairie.

In the late 1880s, the vast, semi-arid high plains of West Texas were home to powerful ranching operations. Civilization came tentatively, often driven by rivalry.

The settlement we know as Lubbock was born from the merger of two small, competing towns: Old Lubbock (named for Colonel Thomas Saltus Lubbock, a Confederate officer) and the nearby community of Monterey. In 1890, the two groups struck a deal, consolidating their resources and establishing the new county seat on a centrally agreed-upon tract of land.

Early Lubbock was a ranching service town. Cowmen drove their herds through, and businesses catered to the rugged life of the open range. The landscape was flat, the weather was unpredictable, and the future depended entirely on a single, crucial resource: the ability to tap the deep reserves of the Ogallala Aquifer (say THAT three times fast). The railroad finally arrived in 1909, linking Lubbock to the wider world.

The advent of the railroad and the revolutionary use of deep-well irrigation systems turned Lubbock from a cattle town into the undisputed capital of cotton. Farmers discovered that the region’s long, hot summers were perfect for the crop, and the sandy loam of the South Plains, when watered, yielded bountiful harvests.

Cotton quickly became King, driving massive population and economic growth. Lubbock became the primary shipping and processing point for one of the largest contiguous cotton-growing areas in the world.

Red Raider Mascot
However, the defining moment that guaranteed Lubbock’s long-term stability was the founding of Texas Technological College in 1923 (later Texas Tech University, Go Red Raiders). The establishment of this major state institution secured a permanent, intellectual, and economic anchor for the city, diversifying it far beyond the fortunes of agriculture. The institution grew alongside the city, providing a stream of engineers, educators, and doctors paving the way for the next phase of development.

World War two brought aviation to Lubbock. Gliders were used extensively in the invasion of Europe and many pilots and crews were trained in Lubbock. The Silent Wings Museum showcases this little known but important element of the Allies invasion of Europe.


The former South Plains Army Air Field site, now the Lubbock Municipal Airport, where 80 percent of pilots were trained, opened the 
Silent Wings Museum with the restored Waco CG-4A  glider as a centerpiece of the exhibits. 

The post-war boom solidified Lubbock's status as a regional medical and retail center. It survived major setbacks, most notably the Lubbock Tornado of 1970, a disaster that tore through the heart of downtown.

 May 11th, 1970 was devastating for Lubbock. An F-5 dual Tornado, which     ravaged much of downtown and wiped out the near-by Guadalupe         neighborhood, killed 26 and injured over 1500. The path of the Lubbock     tornado was the subject of a detailed mapping carried out by Ted Fujita. It   was described as the "most detailed mapping ever done, up to that time, of   the path of a single tornado," becoming a seminal work in understanding the   relationship between tornado subvortices and extreme damage. The degrees   of damage wrought by the tornado also became the basis for the six tiers of   the Fujita tornado scale, which served as the standard for classifying   tornadoes until it was superseded by the Enhanced Fujita Scale in 2007.

 The memorial includes two flowing black granite-clad walls representing the two paths of the tornadoes. 

The community responded with resilience, clearing the rubble and engaging in significant urban renewal projects that ultimately modernized the downtown area.

The Texas Tech University Health Sciences Center has transformed the city into a medical destination for the South Plains. While cotton remains a vital part of Lubbocks identity, the economy has diversified into manufacturing, technology, and energy sectors, including the wind farms that dot the horizon.

Lubbock is also famous as the birthplace of rock 'n' roll pioneer Buddy Holly. The Buddy Holly Center and a Walk of Fame honor his legacy and that of other West Texas musicians.

Early on February 3, 1959, his plane crashed shortly after takeoff, killing Holly, Ritchie Valens, J.P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson, and the pilot, Roger Peterson. Buddy Holly was 22 years old. This event is known as "The Day the Music Died," as popularized by Don McLean's song "American Pie". 

For nearly a century, Lubbock was the largest "dry" city in the United States prohibiting the sale of alcohol. This changed in 1972 when the city allowed the sale and consumption of alcohol.

Interestingly, the city has also become a center for Texas wine, with the region accounting for 90% of the state's wine grape production.

 Let’s not forget a Lubbock icon, the Prairie Dog. Lubbock saw fit to honor the Prairie Dog with their own park and preserve. The cute little devils are everywhere around town and the ones at the park look well fed. Our guests learned they love broccoli so we scored some and fed them as we watched.

We stayed at the Hotel Elegante’ in Downtown Lubbock and steps away from the Tornado Memorial. Our hotel was nice but needed a remodel. You just can’t paint and expect it to brighten an old interior. The hotels sales pitch was that they had the “Comfiest Beds on the Planet”. I will say the beds were comfy.

And there were the meals we had. Dinner was at Bryan’s Steakhouse. Great steak and came with a baked potato and amazing salad bar. Reminded me of the old Pinnacle Peak in Santee, California without the hanging ties. Lunch was Triple J’s Chophouse. Huge menu and large portions. Breakfast was Lubbock’s Breakfast House and Grill. Old style restaurant feel with big portions and lots of coffee to fuel our trip home.

From its humble beginnings as a dusty crossroad, Lubbock has demonstrated a relentless ability to adapt, first by harnessing water, then by investing in education, and finally by rebuilding and diversifying. It remains a vital economic and cultural engine of West Texas, a testament to the pioneering spirit of its founders.

Wednesday, November 5, 2025

Harvest Festival 2025

 

Harvest Festival 2025

Harvest Festival Video Link

We live just a few blocks away so we mounted up and made the trek to the Common Area where our amenity center is located. Grandson Robert was being a good brother and held hands with his sister all the way. 

We live in Aubrey, Texas a gem of enduring Texas pride just north of Dallas. Once known as the “horse capital” of the state, the town still reflects its equestrian roots, even as it grows into a thriving destination. 

Fun fact: Originally called Onega, it was renamed Aubrey in 1881—its new name drawn from a hat in true Lone Star style.

Sandbrock Ranch is an HOA development which was actually a part of a working horse and cattle ranch. The developers still have land to the east of us and still have their horses and cattle there.

The Festival was well on its way with a DJ pushing music and Food trucks on the perimeter dishing up hot food and ice cream.

Many inflatable games were present for the kids from Axe throwing to shoot'em ups to a Maze.

The grandson even tried his hand at Bronc riding. He did not make the full 8 seconds.

There was this guy on stilts juggling too.

There were some vendors on hand selling real estate, jewelry, roof repair and some food and some beer and wine for the adults. We scored cake pops. 

While waiting in the really long face paint line, we picked up our HOA supplied resident pumpkin that the Grandson got to take home. 

As darkness approached, it was taking way too long in the Face paint line and with no relief in sight, as the sun set, we made our way back to our hacienda.

That's it for us, thanks for catching up with Rocks in My Sandals. We'll be back soon.

Sorry it took so long, YouTube held it back, they thought I had violated a Copyright...you'll know when you hear it.

Tuesday, October 28, 2025

The Great Texas Fly Over




The Great Texas Fly Over

On a return flight from San Diego to Dallas. A pretty good rain had fallen over the proceeding two days and I was surprised with a clear Pristine sky out my window where the bright blue sky touched the plains over West Texas. The view was amazing.

I realized I was seeing, what many probably had not seen or noticed as these preoccupied passengers flew between their destinations.

As we crossed into Texas at El Paso, the vast plains of west Texas rolled by beneath us. For miles we saw, like little points of light, what seemed like thousands of oil well sites as far as the eye could see.

 Some working, some not working and many abandoned sites with perfectly straight strings of dirt roadways like ant tracks connecting them where the gas and oil was being pulled from the earth beneath us.

 As we moved farther east, I could see many of these former sites were now being occupied by Wind Turbines lazily turning in the always persistent West Texas wind.

 Then the tan scrub land melded into the more greener  crop circles, farms and ranches stretching from horizon to horizon.

 They then coalesced into small towns and farms some being pushed aside with the new home developments that were popping up all over Texas.

 The land then became more populous giving way to the bustling highways, buildings and businesses of the Metroplex.

 Then just as suddenly, we were back to Dallas and Love Field and my return home.

Thanks for watching Rocks in my Sandals.


 

Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Tuesday, October 7, 2025

Costa Rica Medical Mission

I was invited to do a Medical Mission trip through Compass Church in Colleyville, Texas. It was to be six days in beautiful Tamarindo, Costa Rica, a country I had never been to. Although I was still mentally recovering from my last trip to Thailand driving what seemed like hours in the back of open pickup trucks (lots of dirt and sand in every pore of my body), I always succumb to the Sirens call of my good friends Chad and Sara who were on the trip. We had a goodly number of nurse providers from various disciplines, some lay people like me and Doctor Ken from Thailand was along too.

We were blessed with a relatively short fIight (3 hours versus 23 to Thailand) and was rather surprised on our arrival of the amazing accommodations we were provided at the Epic Tamarindo, a five-star resort tucked away from the Tourist Zone of Tamarindo, Costa Rica. The resort was fairly new and was owned by one of our sponsors. Liberia International Airport is the closest international airport to Tamarindo, about an hour away.

We were there under the auspices of an organization called S.O.S. International in Keller, Texas. Although they plant Christian churches internationally, their focus is on child trafficking. We were receiving medical donations from Blessings International in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma to do our clinic work. Another fun change was S.O.S., through the churches we would be serving, would do all the setup of the clinic and we would bring the medicines and personnel to conduct the clinics, a real time saver for us. S.O.S.is a new partner for Compass Church Outreach and we were the guinea pigs as such. 

A bit about Costa Rica. Costa Rica's history began with indigenous peoples before Christopher Columbus arrived in 1502, leading to Spanish colonization, which decimated the native population (isn't that the way it always goes?) and left Costa Rica as a poor, isolated colony.

After gaining independence from Spain in 1821 and briefly joining the Central American Federation, Costa Rica became a fully independent nation in 1838. The country then developed on a foundation of agriculture, particularly coffee (really GOOD coffee), and established a strong, stable democracy in the 20th century after a very messy civil war. Today, Costa Rica is known for its peaceful, eco-friendly, and democratic society, a far cry from its other Central American neighbors.

Costa Rica does not have a traditional standing military, having abolished its army in 1949 after the civil war and instead relies on civilian security forces like the Public Force for law enforcement and national security. This decision led to shifting resources from military spending to social development in areas like education and healthcare, making Costa Rica an example of a peaceful, unarmed democracy (what a concept).

In 2023, about 95% of Costa Rica's electricity came from renewable sources: 74% hydropower (probably all that rain!),13% geothermal, 12.5% wind, 0.5% solar, and 0.1% biomass. That's actually a dip from recent years, mostly due to drought. Since 2015, the country has consistently generated more than 98% of its electricity from renewables, peaking at a record 99.98% in 2021 (again, what a concept).

The 1994 film The Endless Summer II, which featured Tamarindo’s waves and beaches, is widely credited with launching a significant tourist boom in the late 90’s and early 2000’s.

On day one of our Medical Mission trip, we started the day with a chef prepared breakfast on the patio at Epic Tamarindo. After the meal and a brief prayer, we did our Daily Devotional together and discussed our first Clinic of the week. I and two other members were tasked with Pharmacy duties which involved prepackaging various medications which our medical providers would be prescribing to their patients.

We rode an hour on our bus with driver Diego to the village of Santa Cruz and set up inside of their church. At noon, the town provided us with a very tasty lunch of  Arroz con Pollo and chips dish at our stations.

The days interesting case was a woman who showed up with an obvious through and through bullet wound to both legs. She had already been treated for the wounds and only wanted to be seen for the tooth pain. You can’t make this stuff up.

Taking a history

The fun case was a pregnant woman who heard we had a sonogram machine and wanted to be checked. It was the first time she heard the baby’s heartbeat. It was amazing.

One gentleman came up on his crutches. He was homebound but because he heard we were doing a clinic, left his home just to come see us. It was quite a distance but he made the effort because regular medical care in that part of the world is rare.



By four that afternoon, we had dispensed vitamins, pain medication and antibiotics to over 75 patients. It was very hot and humid and we left with booming thunder clouds overhead. We were right smack in the middle of Costa Rica’s rainy season (May thru November) which added to the extreme humid conditions.

That night we celebrated our success by going into Tamarindo for a scrumptious pizza dinner at Pizzeria La Baula. I had the Focaccia Bread Pizza. Really tasty.

Day two was our second run at Santa Cruz. The usual cases presented themselves, lots of aches and pains but one in particular that got everybody’s attention was a gentleman who had a huge open wound to his left ankle. He also suffered from a traumatic brain injury in years past so he was a “poor historian” in medical terms and he couldn’t accurately say when he acquired the injury. He would just say sometime around 1984, which wouldn’t account for the extent of the injury. All we could do was clean, wrap it and hand him some pain meds for the road.

We were able to get a quick shower and change to get to a late dinner at Patagonia Del Mar in downtown Tamarindo. Their primary menu was sea food but had some meat items and amazing desserts including the best caramel Flan I have ever seen. Formed like a small volcano, it had sprinkles of coconut on top. A co-worker had ordered it (another Flan Fan) and reported how delicious it was.

A Flan Volcano

Day three was a free day which brought us to the Langosta Beach Club sponsored by our hosts. Beautiful beachfront playground with monkeys in the trees and gentle waves to bathe in.

Day four was a new site and about a two-hour drive to, Matambu, a part of the Chorotega Indigenous Territory in the Nicoya region. This was a group of indigenous people who had recently been given some autonomy from the government to rule themselves.

It was a small church off the beaten path that our intrepid driver, Diego, said we couldn’t drive up to so we disembarked and hiked the rest of the way. The church was a stout tin roof building lined with wood planking, no air-conditioning, just some fans. Lunch was Arroz con Pollo made on an open fire behind the church. Delicioso.

Let me take a moment to discuss the weather in Costa Rica. We arrived in the middle of the rainy season and boy did it rain. Afterward would bring a crushing humidity which tried men’s souls and their antiperspirants. Of course, it didn’t faze the natives but wore me out. I began sweating as soon as I exited the bus until I got back in. In Matambu, it decided to rain each afternoon as we ended the clinics. On the second day, there was thunder and lightening right overhead and rained so hard you couldn’t hear the person next to you speaking.

That evening, we went back to Tamarindo and dined at the Auto Mercado food park. Many ordered from El Chante Burger, I had Asian at Anthony’s. To entertain ourselves was a Corn Hole game setup.

Some of my worthless trivia;  was first described in Heyliger de Windt's 1883 patent for "Parlor Quoits", which displays most of the features of modern cornhole, but uses a square hole. Quoits is a game similar to horseshoes, played by throwing steel rings at a metal spike. But I digress and will not deep dive on that game.

Back to site two the next day. This time a villager hopped aboard and convinced Diego to drive up the rutted path to the church Diego, a more courageous man with a 45 foot long diesel pusher than I, gripped his wheel and made it without incident. It was a long day punctuated by the above-mentioned rain storm.

Lunch was a first for me in a Latin country, We had spaghetti and meat sauce. Again cooked on the open fire with a big vat of pasta and another with ground beef in a light sauce. Really terrific. Then they went further and made grilled handmade tortillas. There is something about a warm, pliable corn tortilla as you bite into it that warms your soul. The best tortillas I’ve had ever.

Our Bus
After packing up our stuff, we hopped on our bus and held our breath as Diego slipped and slid his way back to the highway on the now saturated rutted road for our long return to Tamarindo.

Later after another long shower to cool off, we were treated to a wonderful meal prepared by the resort Chef and her staff.

That night we debriefed about our experiences and turned in. The following morning was full of packing and loading up for the trip to the airport and security. We navigated our way back on for the connection in Miami and back to a late-night arrival in Dallas.

In closing, I feel a few things need to be addressed. First, our accommodations were amazing but not atypical. I did have mixed feelings about staying there but it was the first trip of its kind and I'm sure more modest accommodations will be sought, if and when we go back. The food was crazy good for a mission trip and I know it was designed by our sponsors to entice us to return but I missed the down-home culinary delights we've experienced in Mexico and Thailand. And we should have "mixed it up" more with the local's that, I'm sure, will be addressed in the future. Nothing like sharing a meal or worship with others to see how they do it.

All in all, a rewarding trip in which we got to serve our fellow man and I'm sure those we met were grateful for our work and contributions. I can only hope our efforts, in some way, made a difference in their lives.