One of the first signs that we knew we were home in Texas was hearing classic country music while fueling the car at the convenience store. Larry said: Did you hear THAT? Yes, we are home when we can listen to mellow country-western music over the radio. (We do travel with XM Radio so we can listen to classic country music on Willie’s Roadhouse station. It’s a touch of home where ever we are.)
Next sign: DQ Blizzards. While DQ is in many states, we only seem to drive in to DQ when we are in Texas.
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And the third sign: Super Wal-Mart. I have been suffering “Super-Wally World” withdrawal pangs since Yuma, AZ in January. California fights against building the Super Wal-Marts. It felt so good to walk in and see all the groceries and other products.
We came to Fredericksburg, TX for several reasons. Some dear friends have purchased a new home in the area and invited us by, the truck’s fuel filter was at the end of its useful life, and for about 15 years, I have wanted to spend a few days in this area.
We made reservations at the Fredericksburg KOA because it was close to the road to our friends house. It turned out to be a good decision. It is a lovely park and has a summer special Hot Deal price that I found on the internet of $29.95 per night. And we found a RV repair man to come fix the camper’s clearance lights so the truck could pass the TX safety inspection.
The local Dodge dealer ended up changing the fuel filter after a bit of a mix up about where the appointment was—I thought it was at the Chevrolet dealer but the call had rolled over to the Dodge dealer. Whoop
Both the truck and car needed the state safety inspection done. The car’s safety inspection was done at the Ford dealer that afternoon. However, we couldn't get the truck's inspection done until all the clearance lights were working. Unfortunately, three of the lights were still on vacation. So Tuesday morning, a mobile RV repair man came to the park and and replaced bulbs. We took the truck back to the Ford dealer this morning and now both vehicles are legal.
We drove down to spend some time with our friends and we were treated to a tour of their beautiful new place. This is the view from the back of the house. Could you live with this view?
Unfortunately, they do have nosey neighbors….
Who argues with a neighbor that has horns that big? He wins.
Of course, we had to drive through Luckenbach, TX, to see if Willie, Waylon and the boys were singing. I will let the photos do the talking:
(Just in case you forget cash for your beer.)
And don’t forget your dancing boots to help polish the dance hall floor. 
Yes, we are in the country—free-range chickens—or is that free-road chickens?
Today we went back to Fredericksburg to do a bit of shopping and looking around. Again, the photos tell a bit of the town story:
This window display tickled my funny bone. I was looking forward to visiting Dooley’s—a real “old-fashioned five-and-dime store.”
Do you remember buying your underwear and clothes held in the little glass boxes like this? It ages me, but I do remember shopping in these stores as a youngster. (A real young one, smile)
One of the town’s jewel’s in its German history is the Vereins Kirche in the middle of the town square.
This replica was built in 1935 to replace the original Vereins Kirche that served the first German settlers as their church, town-meeting hall and fort for protection—built originally in 1846.
It is now part of the Pioneer Memorial.
One has to love a town that thinks so highly of its visitor guests that it provides not one, but three of these important places in the downtown area:
Most of the stores had maps showing the visitor facilities in their front windows. Thank you, Fredericksburg, TX.
We only scratched the surface of attractions—we will be back. Next time we will visit the Admiral Nimitz’s Museum and National Museum of the Pacific War, as well as about a dozen other neat, interesting spots like the Herb Farm and Wildflower Farm. We have run out of time—it is time to go home to Livingston.
Be sure to place Fredericksburg, TX, on your “bucket list” of places to visit. You won’t be bored—nor hungry.
Next is Columbus, TX—our last stop before Houston, TX.
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