Spent the weekend in the Texas Hill Country. A little tennis, a little sun and a whole lot of water.
And, yeah, some fun.
10. I told you Friday in Whitt's End what a debacle it can be trying to find a parking spot in "downtown" Gruene. And then there's the wait for a table at Gristmill and the ... forget it. Go a couple steps toward the river and find a delicious alternative called Cantina Del Rio. The place has Tex-Mex, ginormous chile burgers, Jarritos Mexican mandarin soda, an efficient ordering line, plenty of patio seating and, best of all, its own parking.
9. Yesterday on the Guadalupe someone in the Richie-Sybil group flashed someone else, and lost their sunglasses in the process. I'll let your imagination fill in the blanks.
8. Before checking in to John Newcombe's Tennis Ranch Friday afternoon, we spent the morning at Schlitterbahn water park. Best ride: Dragon's Revenge. Worst ride: Can't believe we stood in the sun for 90 minutes waiting to ride in a giant raft for less than 90 seconds. "The Wolfpack" is a decent ride, but What The What?!
7. If you're considering floating the river, don't forget that these days styrofoam is forbidden. As are ziploc bags, disposable water bottles and individually wrapped candy bars. To the tune of a $500 fine. Basically if you can't re-use it, don't take it. That's free advice from the dorks who packed all of the above in a, yep, styrofoam ice chest. We were able to rent a collapsible cooler for $25, then promptly left it in Rockin' R's van. Well-played by us. Bravo. Really smart.
6. Lots of animals on our excursion. Sybil counted four deer, including one that skipped across the river. We saw a gazillion turtles floating along with us. And bees, my God the bees. They're everywhere. Harmless, but prevalent. Then last night - after bypassing Austin via Toll Road 130 on the way down - we decided to go home via the shorter, scenic route through the city. (Sunday night at 8:15 proved traffic-free.) Our treat? A nice sunset view of the Capitol and a breath-taking glance at the 1.5 million Mexican free-tailed bats leaving their home under the Congress Avenue bridge for a night of hunting. If you haven't seen it, you need to.
And, yeah, some fun.
10. I told you Friday in Whitt's End what a debacle it can be trying to find a parking spot in "downtown" Gruene. And then there's the wait for a table at Gristmill and the ... forget it. Go a couple steps toward the river and find a delicious alternative called Cantina Del Rio. The place has Tex-Mex, ginormous chile burgers, Jarritos Mexican mandarin soda, an efficient ordering line, plenty of patio seating and, best of all, its own parking.
9. Yesterday on the Guadalupe someone in the Richie-Sybil group flashed someone else, and lost their sunglasses in the process. I'll let your imagination fill in the blanks.
8. Before checking in to John Newcombe's Tennis Ranch Friday afternoon, we spent the morning at Schlitterbahn water park. Best ride: Dragon's Revenge. Worst ride: Can't believe we stood in the sun for 90 minutes waiting to ride in a giant raft for less than 90 seconds. "The Wolfpack" is a decent ride, but What The What?!
7. If you're considering floating the river, don't forget that these days styrofoam is forbidden. As are ziploc bags, disposable water bottles and individually wrapped candy bars. To the tune of a $500 fine. Basically if you can't re-use it, don't take it. That's free advice from the dorks who packed all of the above in a, yep, styrofoam ice chest. We were able to rent a collapsible cooler for $25, then promptly left it in Rockin' R's van. Well-played by us. Bravo. Really smart.
6. Lots of animals on our excursion. Sybil counted four deer, including one that skipped across the river. We saw a gazillion turtles floating along with us. And bees, my God the bees. They're everywhere. Harmless, but prevalent. Then last night - after bypassing Austin via Toll Road 130 on the way down - we decided to go home via the shorter, scenic route through the city. (Sunday night at 8:15 proved traffic-free.) Our treat? A nice sunset view of the Capitol and a breath-taking glance at the 1.5 million Mexican free-tailed bats leaving their home under the Congress Avenue bridge for a night of hunting. If you haven't seen it, you need to.
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