Ricky and I made a quick trip to Dallas earlier this summer to take two stereo speakers to a repair shop there.You can read about this trip in an earlier post here. Recently the shop owner called Ricky to say the speakers were ready and we could pick them up. This time around, we decided to make our trip more of a mini-vacation and spend the night in Dallas. We looked up the Texas Rangers baseball team’s home schedule and selected a night game we could attend after getting our speakers.
The repair shop is conveniently located in Dallas so we drove directly there. I waited in the car checking my email and not paying much attention. Ricky quickly returned. He was laughing and shaking his head. “They’re closed all week long,” he said. “There’s a sign on the door. I wonder why the guy didn’t mention that when he called.”
We spent about five seconds lamenting our unnecessary trip, then headed to the Smoky Rose barbecue restaurant. Yes, we did eat here our last trip but there were many menu items that we didn’t try. This time both Ricky and I opted for the brisket tacos—a decision we didn’t regret.
After we ate, we decided to take advantage of being directly across from the Dallas Arboretum. The day was warm and muggy but we stopped at many of the shaded areas in the gardens as we walked through. Water features also gave an illusion of coolness, from the water walls to the views of near-by White Rock Lake.
|Crape Myrtle trees shade the walkway to the children's water play area.|
|Ricky finds a shady spot|
|Apparently Shakespeare doesn't mind the sun.|
|In the water garden|
|White Rock Lake|
|A black bird cools off in a bird bath.|
Golf carts and volunteer drivers drove along the wide paved pathways to pick up visitors who wanted to ride to and from attractions or the parking lot.
With my two revved up knees, I was able to walk the whole way. As we strolled along the paths, we passed half dozen or more Latino girls in formal gowns with their families and photographers. We assumed they were taking fiesta de quinceañera photos of the beautiful young women.
When we entered and received maps of the arboretum, a guide advised us to note the sculptures displayed throughout the gardens. The ZimSculpt exhibit, an exhibit of modern Zimbabwean stone sculptures has been in Dallas since April 15 and ends July 31. The sculptures made my visit even more enjoyable. I loved finding them tucked away, surrounded by beautiful plants.
|Two women, Zimbabwe sculpture|
Across from the house on the property, now used for administrative offices and as an event venue, two Zimbabwe sculptors carved on stone creating sculptures as visitors watched. They spoke English and were quick to interrupt their carving to explain the process and show us art they created. Tables full of Zimbabwe sculptures occupied a larger tent.
The marketing person who reigned over the big tent told us he and one of the sculptors recently drove to Shreveport to personally deliver a collectible piece to a private residence. We soon discovered, as we walked through the tent and art on display, that collectible meant large and expensive. In fact, all the works on display in the park are for sale. Photographs don’t do justice to the texturing or the coloration of the different types of stone. All the figures are hand-carved. Known as Shona sculpture, the pieces are carved from types of serpentine and other semi-precious stone. Texturing is done with different tools or carving technique. As the salesperson explained, the artists get the stone and start carving without a preconceived notion of what it will be. It’s a talent passed down from teacher to apprentice, from family member to family member.
As for Ricky and me, we found a 11” carving of two impala and bought it. It’s on display in our plant room.
After a couple hours rest in a motel room, we were ready to head to the Ranger’s stadium, take multiple escalators up to our $10 nosebleed seats and enjoy some baseball.
Actually our seats were perfect. First and foremost, they were in the shade; we didn’t have to worry about getting hit by balls; and if we wanted a close-up, we had the large TV screens almost at eye level. Surrounded by kids and exuberant fans, we learned there is a song that people sing, with harmony on our deck at least, about Rangers player Rougned Odor (pronounced 0-door), as well as other little ditties people performed throughout the game. It was almost like attending the Rocky Horror Picture Show, because everyone in the audience knew what to do and say during specific parts of the game.
|Globe Life Field, Arlington, Tx, home of the Texas Rangers|
We have to make another trip to Dallas, (to claim the now infamous stereo speakers), and we plan to attend another Rangers’ game.
What else does anyone recommend that we need to do or see in Dallas?