It's an unforgettable place I've visited often. The first time, maybe twenty years ago or so, I was convinced that I was almost shockingly naïve because most people I knew wouldn't believe it if I'd try to describe the placae. It was beyond the imagination of most of my friends---and me too, a spiritual retreat hostel so far out you had to drive a mile in a river to get there. Way, way out of the way.
That Frio River looked like this--not the Floyd or the Big Sioux or the Missouri, a slow mover that at times left shocking slashes through Texas hill country.
The Frio is a little shallow thing, so perfectly clear you could spot fish easily where it was deep enough to offer sanctuary. Too much rain demonized that strange little river, created a roaring, raging monster that for a thousand years slashed through rocky hills.
Cave-like passageways were scooped out of the sides, strange, almost horrifying places unlike anything I'd ever seen, sort of horrifyingly beautiful.
Laity Lodge a retreat heart of all that rare, deserty beauty, a wild and even unforgiving landscape, a place only an armidillo could call home.
Here the center, hidden, as it is within the trees.
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Thanks for posting this! I was really proud of the org when we sent those letters out. Here's hoping people donate locally and serve the folks who need help this season.
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