LBJ, Luckenbach, Flood

The past couple of weeks we have been site-seeing around the Hill Country. We went and visited the LBJ Ranch and Luckenbach Texas. The tour around the ranch, which is a working ranch, was a self guided tour with a cd playing. We thought we would come over here a week ago but we decided against it. Now that we made the trip we’re glad we did. The chance to see the “Texas White House” as it was called was well worth the time to come here. Although we were not allowed to take pictures inside of the house, we enjoyed listening to the guide tell about the history of the house, the world leaders that met there and their decisions made during LBJ presidency.

On down the road we headed to a place called Luckenbach, Texas, population 3. I’m not sure how many of you know how it became famous and if you don’t I’ll let you find out on your own. But I’ll give you a clue, Waylon and Willie. What amazes me are the number of visitors who go there (just like us) to say they have seen it. It’s kind of like visiting Kokomo and not going and seeing Old Ben, it’s something one must do. So needless to say we went to Luckenbach and had a beer at the Post Office/gift shop/bar. The pictures of the cowgirls & cowboys building is the restrooms while visiting the town. I will say this, when one visits there you realize just how laid back, out of touch with the world, carefree, no worries or whatever you want to call it, you can be, just as the song says.




Our last night at Kerrville on the 15th of April was not planned to be our last night there, but due to circumstances beyond our control it was. We had seen several days of rain but nothing significant until Thursday. At 11 o’clock that night, we had someone pounding on our door to tell us they were having everyone hitch up their campers just in case the river might rise and we would need to evacuate. Now the message we got was “just in case”. By the time I got out of bed (I was trying to sleep),and Cindy and I went outside and started hooking and unhooking things, the EMS was telling people to evacuate. Now all this happened with-in a matter of a few minutes. When we closed the door at around 8 o’clock, and looked at the river it was only a couple of feet deep. By the time we stepped outside at 11 o’clock, the river was at the top of the bank, maybe around 9-10 deep, I didn’t know for sure without diving down and measuring it, which I was not going to do. We learned just how fast we could tear down, pack up, put away and move, all in around 15 minutes. The next day more rain was planned and they were not sure when we would get back into the park so we headed north to Amarillo Texas.

I’m writing this on Tuesday, the 20th and we are now getting settled into our new location in Estes Park, Colorado.

Another thought for the day: “You only live once, but if you work it right, once is enough”.