(Suggested listening for this post: Stoned, an Old 97s classic, and ear worm of the weekend.)
July already? Good heavens, the summer's just been summing along and not a word on ye olde blog. A weekend trip to lovely Fredericksburg, TX will remedy this situation!
So my fella had a work training out in Fredericksburg Thursday and Friday, and we decided to make a weekend of it. We were lucky to happen upon a Groupon for a guest house about 10 minutes outside of town WITH a hot tub on the back porch. Yes.
While he was doing his training thing, I took in a few things that didn't include retail overload (it was easier than one might think). Thursday afternoon, I paid a visit to the National Museum of the Pacific War. The museum takes the visitor through a pretty comprehensive overview of US military history in Asia and the South Pacific from the late 1800s through the second World War. For a mere $14, I could've spent the whole day (or really, the whole weekend) sifting through gallery upon gallery of exhibits, artifacts, oral history recordings, and the like. While my attention span wasn't prepared for such a demanding experience, I learned more about this period of world history in a few hours than I did in high school or college.
Friday morning, I managed to get myself out of bed for some hot yoga at Lizard Dreaming Yoga. Good call, me! Patti Williams led a fun, invigorating adapted Bikram sequence, of the your-body-is-your-greatest-teacher variety. The studio's atmosphere was welcoming and full of natural light. Point, Fredericksburg!
Geoff finished up with his class around noon on Friday, and after lunch at our guest house, we took the obligatory trip to Luckenbach. We spend a few lazy hours drinking Pearls and listening to a rotating group of guitarists + 1 fiddler take turns playing songs (I'm assuming this is a pickers circle). What surprised me was that a few paces away from the bar and picnic tables, all the human sounds were drowned out by South Grape Creek and wildlife (mainly cicadas). It was so pleasant, and Geoff spotted a tiny frog that could have fit on a quarter.
Saturday, we had to move our little dogies along. We had one last soak in the hot tub with our coffee (recommended way to start the day), checked out of the guest house, and headed out to Enchanted Rock for a little more nature. Climbing that thing was an experience! Being 1) a bit afraid of heights and 2) quite clumsy, I was hesitant to hike all the way up the Summit Trail. But Geoff convinced me, and I'm glad he did. That big, blue, unbroken sky, wow, the stuff of Western mythos.
