I’ve traveled back and forth from Austin to Corpus Christi probably hundreds of times, still making new discoveries every trip. On a recent weekend, though, I reached back to a distant, personal past. My first night out away from family as a teenager was during the summer of 1965 or ‘66, early in my junior …
Note: Here’s an article from my friend and fellow blogger Katie Raver. For the first hour I visited Grelle Recreation Area, I was less than enchanted. It had been a rainy summer near Spicewood, Texas. Lake Travis was brimming with water. But the park itself was unkempt, void of all amenities save a pit toilet. …