Guitar at Grandmas

The heat is literally killer in south Texas. The first day of the hunt we arrived at noon and cooked ourselves while shooting until 7pm. I prefer it that way, as by the end of the day I am exhausted, mentally drained, and worn out. It makes me feel as if I really earned those birds. Even so, it was a much smarter move to wait out the heat on the 2nd day. Instead we visited with my grandmother in the same house where my father and uncle grew up. My two cousins held a jam session and I lost myself imagining all the history of the home. Having visited California and New York this summer this visit to south Texas completed the trifecta of influential locations to my life.