Traveling Feet ClubBeauty and the Beast. This was a fun quilt to make. It went to a very special young woman.
For the Dallas Cowboys fans out there. This one went to our Family Reunion auction. Every year we have about 250 people showing up for this reunion. It is so much fun. I wish I could go every year.
Where I live is always windy which makes the hot summers of Texas bearable but the winters pretty chilly. Sometimes we experience majestic storms and pretty powerful winds. In the snowmagedom of 2020, my beautiful Basswood tree half died. We used to called it the bee tree because our bees loved this tree. Twice a year the tree flowered and the bees went nuts on it. They loved it so much that we could hear the little bees from my kitchen door. Thousands of them. On those times, the tree sounded as if it was alive with a thousands volts of electricity running through its branches. It was a site to behold. The following year we saw it shooting new saplings around my yard, five of them to be more exact, in all different places. A year later it finally died. This year, we had a big wind and it tumbled my huge tree. Oh well, it was time to cut it down anyway, the wind just did us a favor. We will now uproot one of the saplings and planted it in the place of the old bee tree. I will love to hear the bees on it again in a couple of years.
Wimberley is a cool small town, lots to do there. We decided to go to the Wooden Spoon to get some frozen yogurt by the ounce. It is so pretty.
“Cypress Creek, another major tributary, rises from Jacob’s Well and flows into the Blanco River at Wimberley.” (tshaonline.org)
I just thought that these flowers were beautiful.
We had a great afternoon there. I will post more pictures of the place we went. If you would like to know more about those places, please visit the web sites bellow.
Mission Espíritu Santo: A mission for the Aranamas
“Originally established near present Matagorda Bay, Mission Nuestra Señora del Espíritu Santo de Zuñiga was moved to this San Antonio River location in 1749. Here, for more than 70 years, the Franciscan missionaries taught the native Aranama peoples the religious principles and craft skills they needed to become good Spanish citizens on the remote northern frontier. The immense herds of cattle that supported the mission population became the foundation for the ranching industry of modern Texas.
Mission Espíritu Santo officially became a secular church in 1830 and for a time was the site of Aranama College. The buildings gradually fell into disuse, and people in Goliad used the stones for buildings in town. During the 1930s, craftsmen in the Work Projects Administration and the Civilian Conservation Corps programs reconstructed de mission chapel, granary and workshop buildings.” (Credit to Goliad State Park https://texastimetravel.com/directory/goliad-state-park-mission-espiritu-santo-de/)
This tree was buzzing with thousands of bees. It was fun standing under it and hearing their busy wings going from one flower to the next.
This is the church and courtyard.
I love to see the carvings and motif used on this door.
Many prayers were sent upwards to heaven from this little candles.
Muitas orações subiram ao céu destas velinhas.
Baptismal fount. Fonte batismal.
The altar. O altar.
A vida na missão.
Parque estadual de Goliad.
We stoped at St. George for some deserved rest and site seeing. From there we went strait to Salt Lake City, Utah. After lunch at Chuck-a-Rama we headed north. We dropped Dan off with some of his friends in Provo and made our way to Mom and Dad’s place in Ogden. But before heading north, here is what we visit.
In St. George, we had tickets to the “Blueprints of Liberty” museum that Glenn Beck had setup in the Washington County Admin Bldg. It was cool to see all the American history.
We also stopped by the Winter Home of President Brigham Young.
We woke up fairly early and hit the road to make it to St. George by the end of the day. We made a few stops along the way and picked up a few New Mexico souvenirs.
We made a stop at Marble Canyon to see the Navajo Bridge.
The bridge is 600+ feet above the river.
It was a cool view and there were condors (or big raptors, I’m no expert mind you) flying from the bridge to the river below. They have a beautiful wing span. Too bad I couldn’t catch them with them opened.
We decided to attend a family reunion in Utah that we haven’t attend in many years. We left Tuesday night and headed for Roswell, NM. It’s a bit of a trek from Austin and we had a late start since Rob needed to leave after work.
Nothing but the open space.
Since we live in Texas it seems only fitting to have some discussion on BBQ. Though we are no experts on the subject, we do live close to the epicenter of Texas BBQ, Lockhart TX. This Friday, Robert and some associates of his had lunch at Stiles Switch BBQ located at 6610 N Lamar Blvd, Austin, TX 78752. (http://www.stilesswitchbbq.com/)
The Stiles Switch BBQ & Brew team is lead by Taylor, Texas native and owner Shane Stiles. Their pitmaster Lance Kirkpatrick brings over fifteen years of industry experience and an impressive resume to the establishment.
Stiles Switch BBQ & Brew was named after the historic 1800s I. & G. N. railroad stop Stiles Switch, Texas. It is also the namesake of the owner Shane Stiles. The inspiration for Stiles Switch BBQ is derived from Shane’s admiration of the Texas BBQ Legends he was raised on growing up in Central Texas.
Those in Robert’s party said the pork ribs are the best here. Though Robert is not a big fan of ribs, he did try some beef ribs and turkey along with mac & cheese and a cucumber tomato salad.
Definitely good food and a place he said he would take the family later. Have a great week. Stay Safe!
Welcome to this site. This has been years in the making. I have had a desire to share weekend trips with pictures and fun stories with family and friends. I guess it started with my father-in-law and his RVing spirit. He has several blogs that he likes to follow and I have been promising him that I would start one as well since we take a lot of short trips (my husband loves to drive) and nothing says travel like taking pictures at 70 miles an hour through a dirty windshield. I don’t know why my husband doesn’t stop in the middle of the road so I can get that perfect picture. One day he will not be in such a hurry.