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The Texas Hill Country in Springtime. What more can be said? It's a canvas like no other I know.
Here are few happy snaps from our recent ride from Comfort to San Saba and then back by another route.
Sander put this ride together and like all of his rides that I've attended, it did not disappoint. Pretty much all of it was either small paved roads or dirt. One brief section had some rugged two track that held awesome potential but ended abruptly with another "No Tresspassing" sign strung across the trail by a single strand of barbed wire. Questionable on that end but very much real on the other.
Getting away from the Fredericksburg/Kerrville complex seems to take longer each year.
Still pretty to look at the details, though.
First drop happened at one of the many slick water crossings. It's a sneaky sort that hides well right up until you're already on it. Has a curve going in and coming out so any margin of error will likely involve the unkind nature of gravity. It did. But, no harm done cept a bruise to the pride (and maybe bohunkus).
Alrighty then!
Yep, lots of cattle guards and all sorts of livestock bouncing around in between em.
Having lived in East Texas, this kind of stream still amazes me.
Here's Hannah perched on the Ural. She is a real trooper and adds a whole bunch of charm to an otherwise grizzled gang of mostly old dirt dobbers.
The URAL time factor as appreciated...
Some areas were a bit fluffy. Nothing to fret if we keep up the speed and play like we're water skiing. If not... at least it makes for really soft landing.
When you're separated from the group and cell phones are nothing more than a nice time piece - but you still really would like to let folks know that you're alive...
After a long dusty ride - Our home for the evening.
The crew hit a local motel. I made my camp by the river.
Neat old bridge about three miles out of town. I hadn't seen one put together like this before. Bundles of eighth inch wires used for suspension.
Ran over a pretty solid post at the four corners.
And anchored in two positions on either end.
Along the way... My Dad had one just like this when I was but a wee tot. We used it as a flat-bed to haul hay. Always a real hoot getting it cranked up.
Coming out of Sandy Creek, this caught my eye.
Cedar trees dying in streaks along the hillsides. I remember years ago we learned of a disease that kills individual limbs while leaving the rest of the tree intact.
It was problem in home landscapes but I'm pretty sure all the ranchers considered it the best thing since the tractor.
This route covers a different flavor of the Hill Country than the usual Fredericksburg - Kerrville - Leakey sort. Still some flowers blooming and a truly spectacular Texas Springtime well under way. ENJOY!
Here are few happy snaps from our recent ride from Comfort to San Saba and then back by another route.
Sander put this ride together and like all of his rides that I've attended, it did not disappoint. Pretty much all of it was either small paved roads or dirt. One brief section had some rugged two track that held awesome potential but ended abruptly with another "No Tresspassing" sign strung across the trail by a single strand of barbed wire. Questionable on that end but very much real on the other.
Getting away from the Fredericksburg/Kerrville complex seems to take longer each year.
Still pretty to look at the details, though.
First drop happened at one of the many slick water crossings. It's a sneaky sort that hides well right up until you're already on it. Has a curve going in and coming out so any margin of error will likely involve the unkind nature of gravity. It did. But, no harm done cept a bruise to the pride (and maybe bohunkus).
Alrighty then!
Yep, lots of cattle guards and all sorts of livestock bouncing around in between em.
Having lived in East Texas, this kind of stream still amazes me.
Here's Hannah perched on the Ural. She is a real trooper and adds a whole bunch of charm to an otherwise grizzled gang of mostly old dirt dobbers.
The URAL time factor as appreciated...
Some areas were a bit fluffy. Nothing to fret if we keep up the speed and play like we're water skiing. If not... at least it makes for really soft landing.
When you're separated from the group and cell phones are nothing more than a nice time piece - but you still really would like to let folks know that you're alive...
After a long dusty ride - Our home for the evening.
The crew hit a local motel. I made my camp by the river.
Neat old bridge about three miles out of town. I hadn't seen one put together like this before. Bundles of eighth inch wires used for suspension.
Ran over a pretty solid post at the four corners.
And anchored in two positions on either end.
Along the way... My Dad had one just like this when I was but a wee tot. We used it as a flat-bed to haul hay. Always a real hoot getting it cranked up.
Coming out of Sandy Creek, this caught my eye.
Cedar trees dying in streaks along the hillsides. I remember years ago we learned of a disease that kills individual limbs while leaving the rest of the tree intact.
It was problem in home landscapes but I'm pretty sure all the ranchers considered it the best thing since the tractor.
This route covers a different flavor of the Hill Country than the usual Fredericksburg - Kerrville - Leakey sort. Still some flowers blooming and a truly spectacular Texas Springtime well under way. ENJOY!
