Backwoods Resorts of Texas

A tree with an artist’s heart, shelters a cyclist as a mother a child

My last few postings here on the blog have quite honestly expressed a dismal attitude.  I worked hard to develop it in what I found to be the hostile heart of Texas.  Some of you hoped I was all right and that the wind would change, the hills flatten, and that I would become happy.  I have learned on this trip to live with very pleasant biking conditions, and with very difficult communities.  It’s a necessary learning if I’m not to give up.

Now in the mountains, I have left the big ranches behind and entered a backwoods where motorcyclists and tourists steer their way to resorts along rivers with canoes and lazy swimming holes.  Today, I gave up cheap motels and scruffy characters in run-down towns and checked into a resort along the Guadalupe River west of Hunt.  I confess that it’s nice to relax all afternoon, acting proper as normal tourists define it. 

I strolled along the river, paddled a canoe, and sat under a tree.  They have built a dam here for better swimming, and a water channel for bathers to slide in and to accommodate fish on their way to where fish go. 

My room looks down on the Guadalupe River where sunbathers and swimmers will frolic whenever it warms up.