Driving
I know you readers from outside of Texas hear us talk about the Hill Country like it's God's back yard. And it is. But it might be hard for you to see. It is not lush and thick with trees like the wonderful woods in Georgia and the Carolinas. The hills are not majestic like the mountains of Colorado or magical like the hills of Kentucky.
Our trees are slightly gray in color; even the old trees seem more like shrubs than the wonder that is the woods of Northern California.
But we are pulled here.
I think it is the psychology of sparseness. I think it is the short-lived green season, the flowers that blanket the earth and burn away with the heat and drought in no time at all.So, I don't boil the eggs and hotdogs anymore. But I do pile in the car with people I love and drive. It is my favorite weekend activity. A drive, some music, some photos. And maybe a bit of barbecue to celebrate my comparative wealth.
Hop in, girls.
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I like a drive in the country, Karen, but I hate doing the driving! That's my dad's job even though he's been gone six years now.
~~ Leslie
Anyway, I've been trying to initiate the weekend drive more often with my family now. This last Sunday we went in search of covered bridges, which are all over this area and I'd never actually seen, so far off the beaten path are they now. It was really awesome, and I actually thought of you, too, as I took my camera along and could imagine us both clicking away.
I have very few nice memories of going on drives as my father was a maniac who yelled at everyone and drove like an insane person.
But I do remember "pop" --
Take care,
Kim
Is that a Chevy Belaire? My husband used to have a '57 Ford Fairlane. Giant car. A friend came down from Ohio and we cruised the Hill Country. Stopped in at the Hye Post Office to meet the 2nd longest running Post Master in the U.S.A. The oldest was in Ohio, not far from my girlfriend's home, as it turned out. Ended up at Luckenbach. It was a wonderful day.
SK