03/10/2026
Out here in the Texas Hill Country, land surveying crew life hits different. One minute you're bushwhacking through dense cedar breaks so thick you can't see 10 feet ahead and the next dodging limestone outcrops. Don't get me started on the weather: 100°+ heat waves that bake your brain, sudden Gulf-sourced downpours turning trails to slick mud or clay, and those blue norther cold fronts that drop 40° in an hour and leave you shivering. Then there's the Texas twist—chasing down 1800s-era monuments from surveys whose variation errors mean lines don't close like they should, finding buried irons under layers of rock and oak roots, and discovering that "big live oak" from the deed... died in the '70s drought. We've dealt with overgrown fence lines that hide old monuments. Steep drops where one wrong step means sliding halfway down the hillside and unpredictable weather that turns a quick topography into an all-day slog.
But at the end of the day, we map the land that tells Texas's story—one boundary at a time.
