Wednesday, January 29 - Thursday, February 6, 2020
Having met our deadline to connect with our kids in San Antonio, we now felt no time pressure so we decided to check out Texas' Hill Country. Adventure Cycling publishes a loop that starts and ends in Austin, that we could pick up north of San Antonio. But first we detoured to Seguin because a friend told me that her husband's cousin has a nutcracker museum there. We thought it would be fun to check it out and maybe meet the cousin. So on Wednesday, after visiting the McNay Art Museum, we rode 37 miles on more chip-seal highways to Seguin where we spent the night at a Motel 6, my least favorite cheap lodging.
Thursday, January 30, we started the day with a five-mile ride to Pape's Nutcracker Museum on the outskirts of Seguin. I'm always fascinated by people who have a unique passion.
I had no idea there were so many different kinds of nutcrackers out there. When I think of nutcrackers I envision the soldier that comes to life in Tchaikovsky's "Nutcracker Ballet." We saw sports figures, cartoon characters, and nutcrackers dressed in traditional German garb.
I asked one of the store clerks, "Do these nutcrackers actually work?"
She said, "No. They are really just art, or craft pieces."
Having met our deadline to connect with our kids in San Antonio, we now felt no time pressure so we decided to check out Texas' Hill Country. Adventure Cycling publishes a loop that starts and ends in Austin, that we could pick up north of San Antonio. But first we detoured to Seguin because a friend told me that her husband's cousin has a nutcracker museum there. We thought it would be fun to check it out and maybe meet the cousin. So on Wednesday, after visiting the McNay Art Museum, we rode 37 miles on more chip-seal highways to Seguin where we spent the night at a Motel 6, my least favorite cheap lodging.
Thursday, January 30, we started the day with a five-mile ride to Pape's Nutcracker Museum on the outskirts of Seguin. I'm always fascinated by people who have a unique passion.
The museum and gift shop is part of a larger business that supports anything having to do with pecans: https://papepecan.com/about/ |
Kenneth Pape's passion for collecting nutcrackers probably followed naturally from his pecan business. He would find them during his travels and on the internet and e-bay. |
I asked one of the store clerks, "Do these nutcrackers actually work?"
She said, "No. They are really just art, or craft pieces."
In addition to the 'art' nutcrackers, Kenneth collected hundreds of functional ones as well. |
From Seguin we rode 19 miles to New Braunfels, settled by Germans in the mid-nineteenth century, arriving by lunch time.
By afternoon the day had turned gray, cold, and windy. Neither of us wanted to camp. A little bit of research and a phone call brought us to a lovely inn, the Gruene River Inn, in historic Gruene (pronounced "Green"). Gruene is actually part of New Braunfels, but sits about five miles from central New Braunfels, off by itself with a rural small-town feel. I spent the rest of the afternoon curled up in a window seat with tea and chocolate and a good book. Rob took a nap. Then we went out to dinner.
We spent many relaxing hours at the Gruene River Inn. Our room overlooked the river as did the dining area where we ate our breakfast. Tea and snacks were available at all hours. |
Upon awakening on Friday, January 31, Rob declared that he wanted to see a doctor because his foot hurt. I said that it was arthritis and he wouldn't learn anything that he wasn't already told by the doctor six months ago in Wisconsin. But he was determined and the forecast was for another cold and windy day and I really liked where we were staying so I let him get his way.
Friday afternoon we wandered around Gruene, which consisted of just a couple short streets with a winery, craft shops, and art galleries in historic buildings.
The highlight of our day was a free evening concert in the historic Gruene Hall. Ezra Charles is an amazing pianist. I have no idea how old he is, but he's up there. Evidently he tried to retire. He's written many of his own songs and plays lots of stuff that was popular when he was young. He describes his music as Texas Boogie Woogie and Blues. When he came out of retirement he put together a band with an acoustic bass, trombone, and his son on drums, who is incredible. They played three sets. We stayed for all of them. Click below to see a a couple short videos:
We left Gruene shortly after nine o'clock in the morning on Saturday, February 1, and didn't get to Blanco until after five o'clock, after riding 51 miles. A head wind didn't help. Though challenging - they don't call it Hill Country for nothing - the riding was pleasant enough.
We started out riding along a river that, during the warm months, is very popular for tubing. We saw several fishermen out in the middle of it. |
Compared to other states, especially in the west, Texas has very little public land. My understanding is that they sold it all to pay off its debts after it was admitted into the United States.
We passed dozens of picnic tables along the river, all fenced off, and not a single public access spot until we arrived at Blanco State Park. |
Barbed wire prevented us from stopping anywhere along the river and there was not a single public boat launching site. It appeared that anyone wanting to go tubing would have to pay one of the private property owners for river access. Same thing if you wanted to enjoy a picnic lunch or barbecue along the river on a beautiful summer day.
We weren't worried about getting a campsite because someone had told had us that they don't turn away cyclists at state parks in Texas. Someone was wrong.
When we arrived at the state park a CAMPGROUND FULL sign greeted us. The office was closed. We rode through the campground looking for someone who might be willing to share their site. We stopped at the host's site where two older couples were sitting around a picnic table.
The campground host was, as is often the case, an older couple. I explained our predicament, that we had expected to be able to camp. I said, "We just need a small patch of grass to pitch our tent."
The wife began suggesting motels nearby. I ignored her; she clearly was not an ally. I looked directly at the husband and said, " Our tent is small; it doesn't take up much room." He hesitated, then said, "I guess you could set up over there," and pointed to the large grassy spot behind them. Then the other couple visiting offered to let us camp with them. Beverly and Gordan are full-time RVers from Maryland. They weren't using their picnic table, just warned us to watch out for the red ant hills. They didn't seem to be interested in visiting with us - just went into their RV and hung out there the rest of the night - but we were happy for their generosity.
After dinner we ventured out of the campground to explore the town but didn't see much worth exploring when we got back to the highway. But in the morning we found the historic downtown and were sorry to have missed it.
Our destination on Sunday, February 2, was Fredericksburg, a small city I was looking forward to visiting as someone I hiked with said it was a great base for good cycling. Of course we had more hills, no surprise there. We also had that west wind we'd been wanting so badly. The only problem was, now we were heading west.
Albert's dance hall from the other side. |
We stopped briefly at the LBJ historical park which covers many acres and includes an historic town site and visitor's center. The Texas White House was being renovated and wasn't open for tours so we weren't tempted to ride the 14 mile detour just to see the grounds.
After 43 miles we arrived in Fredericksburg in time for an early dinner at one of the few restaurants not closed for the Super Bowl. I ordered weiner schnitzel with hot potato salad and red cabbage. Given the strong German culture of this area it seemed like the thing to do. My meal was delicious. I only wished that the serving of potato salad was larger.
We camped at the Lady Bird Johnson County Park just outside of town. Unlike the previous night, the campground had plenty of room. While Rob is not as keen on camping - he prefers a comfortable bed - I was happy to be outside again, appreciating the expansive views.
Fredricksburg is a charming old German town, filled with many historic buildings like this one. |
Oftentimes we'll pop into a local art gallery only to find it filled with amateur art of dubious quality. This was not the case in Fredericksburg. The Good Art Company featured many artists whose work sold for several thousand dollars, worth every penny.
Lee Alban
"Dreams Are Wiser Than Men"
(The photo that looks like it's taped to the painting is really part of the painting.)
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Anne-Marie Kornachuk "Cocoon" |
I continue to be impressed with the quality, not to mention the architecture, of the many local libraries we've visited. |
John showed us his photograph collection which includes some of his own beautiful prints. He and Brenda have gone on many bike tours in addition to leading quite a few so of course we talked about bicycling. And we talked about the challenges brought on by old age health problems such where to live when the lack of oxygen at higher elevations becomes a problem.
We also saw lots of white-tailed deer bounding across the road. We were on quiet country roads all day. It was really quite pleasant except there was no place to stop. We ate lunch sitting by the side of the road.
We arrived in Llano around 2:30 after riding 48 miles. Sadly, it was too cold to camp so we checked into the Lone Star Inn, appropriately named. We showered, had tea and a snack in our room, and then walked around the town. There wasn't much. Lots of thrift shops and an ammo store that sold signs supporting Trump and anti-liberal T-shirts. We checked out a coffee shop that hosted bible studies and music and had a prayer jar. It felt too much like church so we didn't stay.
We passed this sculpture in a small park in downtown Llano. |
Occasional rock formations added some interest to the scenery. |
Generally the views were uninspiring but at least we weren't dealing with rough chip seal. |
After 36 miles, at 2:00 we arrived in Burnet. As cold as it was, we were done for the day. I had hopes of finding a coffee shop where we could hunker down and I could work on my blog. The downtown was charming. We've been finding many of these Texas towns set up in a similar way, with a courthouse in the middle of a town square, and four blocks of shops surrounding it.
We found a coffee shop with internet, called Unshakable Grounds. It was toasty warm inside and they had an assortment of pastries and Jesus sayings on the walls and counter.
This is now two days in a row that we stumbled upon "Christian" coffee shops. (I put "Christian" in quotes because, given my understanding of Christianity, I personally don't think a lot of people who call themselves Christians truly are. For example, I don't see how anyone calling themselves a Christian could vote for someone who emanates as much hate for the downtrodden as our current president does.) This is something new for me. Is it a southern thing or just in Texas, or only in Hill Country?
We were hungry and cold, captivated by the warm atmosphere of the place. |
They had a selection of four different soups for under four dollars which seemed like a good thing to have to warm up. I figured we'd hang out for a while. I don't think Rob cares as much but I was getting tired of hanging out in cheap motel rooms.
The soup was good. Then I thought about getting a cup of tea but started thinking that maybe I was in enemy territory. Maybe the profits were going to help advance the Trump agenda of putting conservative judges in lifetime appointments throughout the country. How could I find out? I walked up to the counter and said to the young woman working there, "I see you are obviously a Christian business. I'm wondering if your profits are supporting any organizations." She referred me to the owner who was by the door tying up a trash bag. I said, "I like to support local businesses and I like to know what my money is supporting when I shop."
She said, "We support the pregnancy counseling center here in town."
"Is it pro-life?" I asked.
"Yes, it is."
I went back to our table and sat down. I told Rob, "Dang. Now I can't order any tea."
I worked on my blog for a while. Rob read a book. Then we went in search of the Comfort Inn & Suites where we'd booked a room.
"I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With Him at my right hand I will not be shaken." I felt like I was in church, not a place where I normally choose to spend time. |
Thursday, February 6, 56 miles slipped by rather pleasantly. We were on quiet country roads until the last ten miles as we approached Austin. We spent the night in an Econolodge about ten miles north of downtown.
It was still pretty cold, but the sky was clear. For some reason a blue sky keeps the cold from soaking into your bones. There was no place to stop for lunch except along the side of the road. We finally found a coffee shop after 40 miles, a deserted place in a strip mall.
We've finished our exploration of Texas' Hill Country. I can't say that I am overly impressed. While we climbed a good many hills, we were not rewarded with expansive views from the tops. I am trying to imagine what this looks like when it is green and filled with wildflowers; in February it is gray and barren. We enjoyed our time in Gruene and Fredericksburg and perhaps a return trip with a car to see other historic towns in the area is warranted. And to visit the state parks we bypassed because we're old farts who didn't want to camp in the cold.
Connie,
ReplyDeleteThank you for taking the time to write your wonderful blog posts, even though your Tour Around the United States cycling trip was cut short. We definitely enjoy reading the details and seeing the photos.
We are sure that you and Rob are very disappointed that you were not able to complete the remainder of your cycling trip. Maybe you'll be able to pick up where you left and finish it some day.
We hope to connect with you in Colorado this summer.
Wishing all the best and trust that you two are doing well during these unusual times.
Cheers!
David & Rosellen