A Tour of Scurry Co.

To know a man, you need to know what makes him. For me, I am a proud Texas born in Snyder, Texas. My family has been in Scurry Co. for over 100 years going back to my grandparents and great-grandparents. The land is beautiful, rich and has made me who I am today. My mom was born in Camp Springs, a part of the greater Snyder metro area. With a population of about 15 today, we still have land out and around this area.
If you are a Texan, you are truly proud of where you came from. So what is it that makes us a one of a kind breed? It's the sky, the dirt, the wind and the way of life that makes us Texan. I've seen a lot of places in the world, and will hopefully see more of it, but there is only one place that is Texas. Only a Texan can look out the window like I did yesterday and see the dirt blowing across the sky at almost 60 miles an hour and thank God that you live here! The long distances between towns makes everyone on the road a long lost friend. With the friendly index finger lifted skyward as you pass a lone truck on a desolate farm road, we pass and then stare into the blank horizon and the long ribbon of blacktop in front of us with only a Willie Nelson tune and our faithful pooch to keep us company. We are Texan.
We see the sky different out here. There is only one Texas sunset...and it's not seen in Dallas, or Austin, or Houston. Only from West Texas can you really see a Texas sunset. And it's especially pronounced in the winter time. As the sun moves low on the southern horizon, streaks of color only found on God's palette are smeared across the sky, unencumbered by trees, tall buildings or smog. It's in the crispness of a west Texas winter afternoon that the sky is really seen. This is Texas. This is me.