Saturday 30 December 2017

Hill country

At some point on our trip to Texas hill country, I realised that I was paying for the privilege of staying in a drafty cabin in the middle of nowhere with no wi-fi or phone reception.  It's a great business model, and I will be spending my Christmas money on several acres out in the wilds and plonking some log huts on them.

We got to the wilderness via a long drive.  Long by English standards at least; in Texan terms we just popped next door (I learnt today that Texas crosses two time zones).  We stopped by The Alamo, the birthplace of the Texan revolution and the setting of a fine Johnny Cash song, but it was so cold we didn't hang around.

Thankfully the log cabin owners had left the heating on and a freshly baked cake in the kitchen.  The stern faces of previous, long-dead farmers looked down from the walls, an antique shotgun rested on antlers above the doorway, and the kids had to climb an outside staircase to get to their bedroom in the eaves.  Basically, a perfect Texas retreat for Meg and Ellen.

We spent the next few days exploring hill country and nearby Fredericksburg, a town founded by Germans and still proud of that heritage with traditional decorations everywhere.  We didn't go German when it came to food, opting for Cranky Frank's barbecue instead.  Their hours are "11am - Sold Out" and we were lucky.  They locked the door behind us as we walked in and gave us their last slice of brisket as a free extra.

After much time sitting on rocking chairs out on the porch and wandering the farmland - including an encounter with a llama and an over-affectionate chihuahua - we headed back to civilisation.  Via a winery, of course.  We were soon back in Houston, celebrating our time living like the pioneers of old.  After all, they didn't have wi-fi either.


Remember the Alamo!  We will, but mostly how cold it was.


We sought out the local Japanese garden.  It wasn't any warmer.


Who's that walking over my bridge?


However bad no wi-fi was for me, it was much worse for someone else.


Posing with Wild Bill Hickok.  Quite why the Kansas lawman is out here I'm not sure.


Our home for the next few days.


Welcome y'all.


The best thing about farms?  Lots of fences.


Lounging on the porch.


Howdy.


Howdy too.


Hey Frank, do you have any vegan options?


Tuck in, Meg.


Hannah's new pet.


Out on the farm.


Llama drama.


And back home via a vineyard.


Add this to the other 267 pics of Hannah and Ellen drinking in a winery.  Cheers!