West Texas mountains, lakes, and cities

West Texans, if nothing, have a sense of humor in their inflated nomenclature.

• Blue Mountain. The highest point for miles and miles (and miles) around. Look closely, behind the historical marker. (Special thought of Windy, here, who has real mountains in her desert.)
  
• Pioneer Cafe. I have no idea if they really do have sandwiches and cold drinks as their sign announces because they were closed as we drove by in our "covered wagons." We drank more of our hot, bottled water instead.
• Never could find Frankel City, though we did look hard. We knew it was a ghost town but, sheesh, we did expect to see something. All we saw were these titillating metal signs, from 20 to 30.
  
• Shafter Lake. Actually this is truthful and to the water-deprived, beautiful. It is a lake, but without fish, seashells, seaweed, reeds, or any other living thing in it. We tried walking to the shore's edge, but our feet began sinking deeply in the sand so we thought better of it.
  
• A lovely scissor-tail flycatcher surveying his domain. Another rare accurately-named West Texas denizen. I tried, but it was impossible to get a mid-air shot so you could see his tail scissored. (Assignment idea for you, Donna!)
  
• Desert life makes the smallest things catch your eye. I have never before seen this wildflower -- looks like a kind of crocus that should be growing Audrey's way, announcing the end of winter or something. I can't find its name in my flower book. I dub it "Unmelting Butter Beauty" for now.

And to conclude this virtual tour, here's one last shot of our Saturday primary destination, Shafter Lake, looking picturesque: