Inching my way across the Hill Country...
...from one historic town to another, some bustling, others barely hanging from a thread, yet all sporting a local Dairy Queen. Seemingly throughout this Lone Star State, if it's got a post office, then there's a DQ within a few blocks.
And as I've written before, the county courthouses seldom fail to disappoint.
|Lake Buchanan Boat Ramp|
There's probably never a bright side to an extended drought like this, but the faintest glimmer of a silver-ish lining can sometimes be found in the pristine silence of a onetime lakeside campsite that would otherwise be crawling with people right now. Under normal conditions, there would be water mere feet from my door below, but instead I'll have to settle for solitude, grass, and blue bonnets.
Don't get me wrong – I hope the lake returns to its original glory as much as anyone, but things being what they are, someone might as well enjoy all this peace and quiet. And if it has to be me, then okay. Is it cruel for me to wonder if all the homeowners way off in the distance who paid lakefront prices now wish they had wheels underneath?