Interstate highways are boring. They may get you from one point to another faster, but I like to see stuff. Actually, I find highways in general to be rather bland. From a landscape point of view.
Since we had time after leaving Fredericksburg, Texas, instead of following the most-direct route, we opted to check out Grape Creep Road.
Much better than that drab highway, right?
I was just a tad excited when I saw this sign…
Hubby said it would be really unlikely to actually see loose livestock. You know, along the road, outside of a fence and all.
I, on the other hand, had hope.
The first critter we saw was this mini burro. I think it’s a burro, anyway. I’m not really sure. They seem to be popular in those parts. There were even little burro figurines in the gift shops.
He wasn’t loose, though. He was clearly behind a fence.
But, it wasn’t long at all until we turned a corner and encountered actual LOOSE LIVESTOCK.
Hubby said we must have pissed it off.
Hubby may have been right. The sheep doesn’t exactly look happy to see us.
Next, we saw a deer.
I know, I know, a wild deer isn’t “livestock.” But it’s cute. Oh, and check out the prickly pear cactus.
We did eventually start seeing cows, but they were well off the edge of the road. Then we saw this.
The cow isn’t literally ON the road, but it’s close enough.
Hubby tried talking to the cow, but it was ignoring him.
“Because you’re speaking English,” I told him. And then I mooed.
She didn’t actually say “moo” back to me, but I did get her attention.
It would have been absolutely hysterical if she’d walked over and stuck her head in the car.
Grape Creek Road ended a short distance later. From there, we turned right onto Old San Antonio Road. Seconds later, literally, we came across Old Tunnel State Park.
We drove right past it. Then that awesome husband of mine said, “We have time. Wanna turn around?”
I love that guy.
It was a pretty little spot. We were there around 3:00 PM. The bats weren’t expected to emerge until about six hours later. So we didn’t linger.
I did take a few quick pics, though.
There weren’t nearly as many wildflowers in bloom as there had been during my Spring trip, but it was still a pretty landscape.
We both agreed that it would’ve been a fun motorcycle road.
Only 35 miles to go to my first mapped sight, so on we went…
Care to guess what it’ll be?