sierracuse asked: Hey sorry for liking and probably reblogging alot of your stuff about San Angelo. I'm from there and have been at school in syracuse, NY all year, returning thursday so I'm getting quite nostalgic. Just thought I'd explain myself haha
Hey man, no shame in the game. I know all about the woes and travails of being a San Angelo native now living in the frigid northlands. Godspeed and God bless Elmer Kelton.
I’m calling bullshit on this picture, at least on the claim that it was taken in San Angelo State Park. Bullshit, I say! There is not one place in San Angelo State Park where you will find landforms such as these. We have here a case of Internet misattribution: OC Fisher reservoir did indeed turn reddish in 2011 due to the reasons listed below, but it looked like this, not the mountainous Mojave nightmare you see above.
San Angelo gets enough bad press - what with Warren Jeffs and Los Lonely Boys - without misinformation like this being circulated.
Note: I do not have definite “proof” that this picture was not taken in San Angelo State Park, but I mean, come on now, y’all. It just does NOT look like that.
This is out in West Texas in San Angelo State Park and was supposed to be another sign of the “end times” last summer during the drought … hmm …oopsie!
“Blood Lake” in Texas. Water levels in the reservoir receded, which, mixed with the warm weather, helped lower oxygen levels. The low oxygen levels prompted a fish kill and spurred the growth of bacteria called Chromatiaceae, which thrive in such conditions. Chromatiaceae are purplish in color, prompting the “blood” red colors.
Come to Texas and swim in BLOOD. lol
Blood!
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I’m certain that this is one of those things that you can only find in San Angelo, Texas. That’s the historic Cactus Hotel in the distance.
#ithasblinkersonit
As a youth, I would hitch my stone-cold drunk mother to the back end of this baby, give a good slap to that mule in the driver’s seat, let out a “Gee haw!” or two, and just let ‘er rip, y’know? It was a different time.
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Scenes from the Sunset Mall, San Angelo, TX.
This woman, Dorothy Douthit, was my banjo teacher for a couple of years when I was in high school. She is a real firecracker and a genuine one-of-a-kind, and I don’t use those words lightly. Since I’ve left town, she’s apparently become pretty serious about this whole chuckwagon cooking scene. (I am a little confused/delighted by her Texas accent because I’m pretty sure she’s from Michigan or someplace.) She’s a total nut; a very loud talker (I remember, on some occasion when I spoke to her over the phone, holding the receiver at arm’s length and still hearing her perfectly); one of the most endlessly energetic people I’ve ever met; and I say God bless her.
