Wed Feb 28, 2018
A gorgeous sunrise and twelve hours of sleep did a lot for our, or my, attitude. We headed to the local coffee shop before riding into what the tourism brochure people out here call “bicycling nirvana”, and it was a nice ride! The landscape was changing with more to look at and a bit more civilization. We passed many, many wine tasting rooms with acres of newly planted vineyards. The German presence was obvious, the ranches with either German or Hispanic names but all flying the texas flag.
Can’t forget which state we are in
The humidity was perfect and the hills were fun rollers.
A bit on geology..we noticed the land in hill country seems to be mostly limestone or granite with very thin topsoil. Lots of exposed rocks and boulders, yucca plants, prickly pear cactus and tons of Texas live oak. How they grow grapes we haven’t a clue!
This was a typical pasture. We ran into a rancher near here and asked if this was his cow. He exclaimed “No way! Look at that sloppy pasture!” I guess a good rancher picks out ALL the rocks.
We still felt we were in pretty remote areas until we rode near the Lyndon B Johnson State Park and Historic Site.
I think he is pointing at his house.
We stopped at the visitor center for just a few minutes, we could see LBJ’S house through the trees! So close but we had to move on to get to our destination by dark. Hated to miss it.
Family Church of LBJ. Probably Lady Bird Johnson LBJ
We enjoyed the ride into Fredericksburg, obviously a very popular destination in the hill country. The shops and restaurants were pretty much all German themed, and it was filled with tourists.
Our super cheap hotel room on top. Came with a friendly Kitty!
We cleaned up, walked into town too late to visit the huge National Museum of the Pacific War. It is located here because Fredricksburg is the boyhood home of Fleet Admiral Chester w. Nimitz. Sorry we missed it! (Another reason to come back some day for a visit.)
Of course we scouted out the town, listened to some music and ended up at the German brewery, which served up good American food and beer, but no German lager?
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Just a hello! I’m enjoying your ride from out here in Portland. Spring is emerging, hope it is for you too. Fingers crossed for blue bonnet sightings.
Hi Joan, we seem to be a little early for the spring flowers. Or rather the flowers are late according to the locals. Still having fun eating our why thru the Hill Country tho Mike