Meat sweats. Perhaps that’s the technical term for what we’ve been experiencing after four days of Hill Country Brisket Pursuit. Can’t look a cow in the eye anymore, and I’m craving salad, or things that crunch. The BBQ Bus can pass right on by – I’m done!
We tried to make the most of our time in Austin, but honestly, Day 3 was a bust. We were just bagged out, and wanted nothing more than to lay around with books. Strolled around the three-mile campground loop with Jezzy, and waited for the BBQ hour to strike. About 2pm, John announced that Vic’s BBQ would be out strike for the day. We roused ourselves from a meat-induced stupor, dragged our bikes out from under the tarp which kept the intermittent rain from making the saddles wet and nasty, and headed off for a late lunch. John enjoyed ribs/brisket, and I sampled sausage/chicken. It was good, and the coleslaw was magnificent. Vic’s is not a fancy location by any means – right on the corner where we pushed the pickup truck the previous day. But, Vic really knows how to smoke meat. In spite of our good intentions to just QUIT, we did get a few bones to take back for snacks later. We may both need Twelve Step Programs when we get home.
Day 4 was our day of reckoning. This was to be our last day in Austin, and we still hadn’t really seen much of the town yet. Our agenda included the LBJ Presidential Library/Museum, the State Capitol building, and some kind of beer/BBQ joint for lunch. Compared to our previous days, it was an ambitious agenda.
The LBJ Library, on the campus of the University of TX was an interesting way to spend a morning. Until this past week, I probably haven’t given LBJ ten minutes of thought in the past 40 years. Although I know he ‘inherited’ Vietnam, in my mind, it was HIS war. So, it was so unexpected for me to see this sympathetic view of him – hearing him say, “I can’t get out (of Vietnam), and I can’t win it with what I’ve got.” It’s been on my mind since we were there. Hard to believe that his domestic legacy has to be trashed by a lousy, ill-advised war. (just my opinion – we can argue all day about that). Protests during his Administration were legendary.
What was interesting to learn that LBJ was a freshman congressman in the 1930s, and was an ardent FDR supporter. His Great Society plan was intended to pick up and finish what the New Deal left undone. He signed the Civil Rights Acts of 1964 and 1968. Check out this photo from a protest about that. Thurgood Marshall was appointed the first African American Justice of the Supreme Court by LBJ. He created Head Start, Medicare, and Medicaid, and signed the Immigration Act of 1965, which liberalized immigration policy for non-Europeans. He signed more bills into law than any other President (other than FDR), in spite of being in office only five years. It would be easy to spend hours at the Library – I can’t wait to visit other Presidential Libraries – this was my first one.
We left the Library with more information about LBJ as an individual than we had ever considered. Isn’t that the point of a visit like this? He apparently didn’t hesitate to go nose to nose with anyone to reinforce an opinion, or solicit a vote. But, John decided to give ol’ LBJ a Crankshaw Cranium Crushing. While cycling up a big hill to UT, we passed a cemetery which had several large and distinctive grave markers visible from the street. We stopped to investigate. This was the Texas State Cemetery, where all the Who’s Who of Texas seem to be buried. There are dozens of familiar names. The most interesting marker, though is that of General Albert Sidney Johnston,of the Confederate Army, killed at Shiloh in April 1962.It’s a beautiful and peaceful spot in central Austin.
Next on our agenda was the State Capitol building. From our vantage point on the hill at the cemetery, we could see the oddly colored dome. The trick was to find a bicycle-friendly route to get there in midday traffic. Yowza! But, since I’m here to relate the story, you can surmise a happy ending to our ride.
It’s impressive. This shot looks up into the dome. But, the outside is painted a very unappealing color. We dubbed it Benjamin Moore Oil Sludge Tan. It’s awful.On our way out, a large group had gathered just inside the entrance to protest the Governor’s stance on deporting parents of Dreamers (Dreamers are children, born in the US, to parents who who do not have legal immigration status) The protest, although orderly, was loud. It attracted little attention though, leading us to believe that this may be a fairly usual occurance in Austin. Cops entered, we exited.We made a quick stop at the Stevie Ray Vaughan statue. Loved his music, always.Black’s BBQ was our lunch stop. Good, not the best (sausage ROCKED, though). Long ride back to camp to cap a terrific four days.
On to Goose Island State Park, along the east coast of Texas. We’re headed there on the recommendation of blogs we’ve read, and also on the advice of Glen and Caite, with whom we shared a beer and a campfire while in Austin. With all the Spring Break camping traffic, we felt lucky to snag a site for three nights.
Not only is Goose Island home to the Texas Big Tree, a Live Oak estimated to be nearly 1100 years old. It’s over 35′ in circumference, and is impressive in a sprawly, majestic manner. I wished for something to be at the base to help with the scale of this massive tree. The photos really don’t do it justice.The Live Oaks in this area are a real curiosity. Along the Gulf Shore, there’s a spot where they are all severely bent over – away from the Gulf. There’s speculation that it’s due to gravity or wind, but the cause is unknown. It’s gorgeous, though.One of the real draws of this area though is that it’s near the Aransas Wildlife Refuge, where the 500 Whooping Cranes in existence winter. We were fortunate to see maybe a dozen of them, in flight and on the ground. They are the tallest birds in North America, and are a stunning white with black wingtips. In flight, they are unmistakable. Near the State Park, there’s a farm with a large field where several of the Whoopers congregate every day. We cycled over at various times to see them. With such a small number in existence (although this is a HUGE increase in the past years), we were thrilled to hear and see perhaps 20 different birds, on the ground, and in the air. One of the other highly visible residents of this area is the Turkey Vulture. They are everywhere! Circling, and reminding me not to move too slowly. There are also Ospreys, elegant and fierce hunters. We were treated to a shouting contest between Great Horned Owls one night. After about a half-hour, they both left.
On the waterfront, the pelicans rule. In Texas State Parks with a river or water source, you can fish without getting a fishing license. This is a huge attraction, and makes for many restful opportunities.Needless to say, we loved our stay at Goose Island. We made a new T@B friend, Liz from Wyoming. She’s a free spirited artist, and we loved sharing dinner and stories over a campfire with her one evening.
Just a few little Texas-y things though…….
We made a trip into Rockport, TX from Goose Island. This involves travleling over a long bridge which spans the Causeway. The road is two-way traffic, with hardly any room on each side between the roadway and the guardrail. We crossed behind a Sheriff’s car. The suddenly braked, and the Deputy on the passenger side got out of the car and picked up a big piece of metal trash which was in the narrow space between road/rail. We figured he would put it in the trunk of the cruise. Hope! He chucked it over the rail into the water! Did he look to see if there was a boater or fisherman nearby? Nope! Could have been ugly!
I’ve got poison ivy, plus 300 mosquito bites (give or take a few).
Don’t know about this Texas drought thing. We’re encountering rain wherever we go. For example, how do you like this picnic area at Galveston Island SP, where we’re currently staying?Hope your snow is melting wherever you are. We are pushing toward home, but not too quickly!