Blanco

Blanco is about 35 minutes north of San Antonio. It used to be my escape from the big city. My friend Sheryl-Smith Rodgers (see guest blog below) used to live in the State Park there. You had to take a river across a bridge to get to her house. I almost lost a camera bag next to the river once because I unknowingly placed it too close to a goose's nest.

Anyway, Sheryl now lives down the road with her new husband, who is exceedingly nice. We'd sit at the breakfast table and watch various species of birds and a squirrel chow down on back yard feeders. They also have an owl, which we didn't get to see.

At dusk, we sat in the front yard and watched the bats migrate from Fredericksburg and Luckenbach 25 miles away. Yes, that Luckenbach. Willie and Waylon and the boys.

Rachel and I spent time in the backyard hammock, enjoying the slower pace. I really enjoy Blanco.