Today we experienced humidity for the first time since we left STL. Turns out it takes a little getting used to. Good thing it was just a little humidity, just enough to notice.
After exhausting the joys of San Antonio, we headed to the Texas Hill Country looking for Bluebonnets and instead we found a Buc-ees which is the most Texas thing we’ve come across, even more than Bluebonnets. Maybe if we’d found a decent stand of them we’d feel differently, but we basically have either seen them right along the road or a single overgrown lot in New Braunfels (anybody ever heard of plain old Braunfels?) that promised we were going to have no trouble finding them in profusion but sadly failed to deliver.
We did find a winery where we passed an enjoyable afternoon with live music and a BBQ food truck. We met Bob and Nancy from Ohio who also had a hankering for conversation and consequently accepted our invitation to join us at our table. MBH has heard every single one of my stories before we came on this trip, and I’m confident Nancy has heard every single one of Bob’s. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.
We passed a bunch of billboards earlier in the trip advertising fresh jerky – the freshest jerky in Texas. I’m not exactly a jerky aficionado (I bet those are two words you never expected to see used together), but I thought the beauty of jerky is that you can’t tell the difference between day old or year old jerky. The whole fresh thing reminds me that jerky is really dry and chewy meat, which are two things I don’t associate with fresh and don’t make me want to buy any.
Texas is a whole other country.
