We had heard about Dripping Springs, a place in the desert where water drips right out of the rocks.
So, when Gary Kelderman invited us to join his group of 4 wheelers and friends into Dripping Springs, we quickly agreed to go along. Gary and his wife Jerrie, and several of their friends gathered at Gary's Peterbilt motorcoach on their wheelers. They were a friendly jovial group, and I felt sure we'd have great time.
The ride through the desert was a blast: lots of very steep hill climbs and descents. We passed several old mines, gaping holes in the earth. Old buildings and foundations intriqued us with their secret histories.
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