What a total and complete whirlwind. I can’t even believe that I just got back to California now after ten solid days. Thank you all so much for being so patient with me during the past crazy week and a half. I loved Texas, but it’s good to get home and back into my routine. I’m looking forward to salads, exercise and lots of water after a pretty meat heavy ten days. Despite it all, I’d say it was a pretty good trip. Lots of laughs, random Texas road trips, great friends and fantastic eats.
I want to do more of a recap post tomorrow, with my favorite foods from the trip, but I can’t wait any longer to show you these photos that we took on the way back from Fredericksburg a couple days ago.
I may or may not have squealed in delight when we passed these covered wagons while driving back from Fredericksburg to Austin. Those of you who have been reading my blog for awhile know my obsession with Laura Ingalls Wilder and I couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps Laura herself rode in one of these. It was all just too much to take in.
Now I was just going to take an innocent photo of the wagon but, naturally, my pioneer spirit got the best of me…… again. Oops.
If anyone asks, Almanzo made me do it.
That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.
I know what you’re thinking and yes, I did attempt to actually sit on that cute little wooden bench but……..my behind apparently is a wee bit larger than Laura Ingall’s and I had a feeling it was one of those “you break it, you buy it” type of deals.
I have no idea why Almanzo wouldn’t want one of those wagons in his backyard.
And please don’t tell me I’m the only one who had a covered wagon tent when they were little. It’s okay. You can admit it—-this is a safe place.
Someone help me….I’m desperately trapped in the wrong era and can’t seem to find me way home.