Today we find ourselves at a windmill museum. Why? You ask. That is a good question that we are still asking ourselves. The short answer is that we are on a road trip and find ourselves in the middle of Texas with time to kill. Our RV park has no amenities and the ambience at the camp site is down on your luck trailer park meets construction site. You really can’t tell these things when you book online. It isn’t great. So we really need to find something to do with our afternoon.

I am not really interested in windmills, at least I don’t think I am. I had to question my need for random exploration when they told me the admission price. This may be the steepest admission of any stop on our trip.

Okay, it isn’t that high compared to other places I have been in my lifetime….but for two rooms full of windmills? Not sure about this. But, I am somewhat won over by the cute couple who own the museum. They are determined to preserve the history of the windmill and its importance in the development of Texas ranching.

I guess I have not considered the fact that it is dry, hot and windy here. Not much grows and the rivers and streams tend to dry up at certain times of the year. But there is plenty of groundwater and also plenty of wind. If only there was a way to harness the wind power to get to the water….. Ahhh….. I suddenly understand the Texans love of the windmill. And I am charmed by owners enthusiasm.

With new appreciation, I dutifully stroll the giant barn of windmills. I don’t want to admit to the owners that the windmills all look alike to me. I can’t tell one model from the next. I can see by the signs that they have an extensive collection.

Yep. That is another windmill with a different model number and a different year of manufacture. Oh look. This one is green. This must be how my aunt felt following my uncle to tractor conventions. “Yep, there is another tractor. That’s nice dear.”

Guess, I better keep walking. There is another large building of windmills. I wouldn’t want to miss the giant wind turbine. I hear I can turn it on with the press of a button. And the owner tells me there are model trains that run under the windmills. I get to run those too? This stop is getting better all the time.

Since we are the only guests, it is time to tap into my inner child. I might even get to play with the Lego models or color a windmill at the art station. I mean, why wouldn’t I take advantage of all the windmill museum has to offer? I am here to celebrate the power of the wind. Let’s do this.