Monday-Tuesday We had a great drive through beautiful Texas Hill Country and stopped to visit Luckenbach, Texas (remember Luckenbach Texas, with Waylon, Willie, and the boys?) Had to have a beer in Luckenbach, mostly because the big guy at the bar in the back of the store said we had too. They had a country/blues festival the weekend before that featured Leroy Parnell and Hays Carll—would have been fun to gotten in on that. I did not realize that Luckenbacch was not larger—basically just the store/post office with bar in the back, a couple of outdoor stages, and the dance hall. We would love to come back sometime when there is a show going on. Our merry band got settled in at Fredericksburg Campground, and discovered there were no Lady Bird Gardens there after all. We walked a lot downtown, and it being Monday, all the museums were closed. Fredericksburg is an old German settlement, and there is lots of nice architecture, much of it with native limestone. Tuesday we drove back roads (to avoid San Antonio) from Fredericksburg to Goliad. Wishbone’s cousin Myra and her husband Allen brought their horse trailer/camper to the campground for Claude and Elaine to stay in. Myra had the living quarters customized, and what a job she did—floors that look like distressed wood, leather couch, cowhide rug, and oak cabinets. I really enjoyed visiting with Allen, who works in the oil fields and raises cattle. Allen has a great sense of humor, and before sharing anything political, would ask me if any of us were liberal. Wednesday The campground at Goliad State Park is home to a Spanish Mission that was built in 1749, and restored in the 1930’s by Civilian Conservation Corps. We toured the Mission Wednesday morning, and when we got back to camp Allen showed up with several dozen tamales from the “Tamale Lady”—yummy! We then toured the Presidio La Bahia—Presidio is Spanish for fort. We learned about Fannin’s Massacre during the Texas Revolution—350 were killed at Goliad vs 35 or so at The Alamo. Next up was a ranch tour, including Wishbone’s mother’s ranch—we also participated in the Wishbone family tradition of spitting in the San Antonio River when visiting Goliad. We also visited the Longhorn Emporium, one family’s tribute to the preservation of Longhorn cattle. While there we were shown photos of the Goliad Longhorn Roundup in 1976, now know as the Longhorn Stampede, which happened on the square in Goliad! The only injury was a cowboy’s broken leg. A steer went through the windshield of an elderly lady’s car, which she was sitting in. When someone went to check on her, she said she hadn’t had that much fun in years! Supper tonight was at the Weesatche Dance Hall, where we joined by Allen and Myra. Before this trip I didn’t know that chicken fried steak (typically avoided back home) originated in Texas. High marks to the chicken fired steak in Weesatche--and thanks to Claude and Elaine. Hope all are ok back home—we hear there was terrible wind and rain today. Cheers PBR