Showing posts with label Hill Country. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hill Country. Show all posts
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Blanco, Nov. 2012
A busy 5 days. Rode about 1000 miles, counting to/from Houston. Cold but mostly clear weather. We explored some very obscure backroads through beautiful Hill Country terrain. Makes me want to return in wildflower season.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
MSTA Hill Country ride
The Motorcycle Sport Touring Association ride in the Texas Hill Country. Based in Kerrville. With Kamy and Carol.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Field research
different species of exotic wildlife at the Y O, and we must get the
story of each from the wranglers.
Africa in Texas
of Namibia, conveniently located in Texas, with BBQ spare ribs and
Bluebell ice cream comfortingly nearby. Rhea, ostrich, oryx, giraffe,
zebra, et. al. wandered in the plain below awaiting our safari the
next morning.
Y. O. Ranch
diminished, it still covers 64 sq miles. We rode 7 miles from the gate
to the ranch house, squeezing past (apprehensively) the longest
horned longhorn bull we've ever seen. Today it offers dude ranching
for the dudes and the best exotic wildlife encounter this side of
Botswana.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Harleys in the mists
We got out of Leakey Saturday morning just in time: we were warned
that over 200 Harleys would be there by evening. Indeed all Friday
night we heard the advanced party streaming in. We will adapt Goethe's
comment about the German people "Ah Harleys! How admirable in the
individual; how despicable in the masses!".
Riding out east bound on 337 we were again photographically frustrated
by misty rain. You'll simply have to take our word for the beauty of
the panorama.
Near Vanderpool we sidetracked to the Lonestar Motorcycle Museum, an
excellent private collection of vintage bikes. There were several that
might have been the model for the bike Peter Otoole rode to the death
of T E Lawrence in the opening scene of L. of Arabia
We discovered two more exquisite hill country gems: the roads from
Medina to Kerrville and the road from Hunt up the north fork of the
Guadeloupe. And in the afternoon we arrived in -- Africa.
that over 200 Harleys would be there by evening. Indeed all Friday
night we heard the advanced party streaming in. We will adapt Goethe's
comment about the German people "Ah Harleys! How admirable in the
individual; how despicable in the masses!".
Riding out east bound on 337 we were again photographically frustrated
by misty rain. You'll simply have to take our word for the beauty of
the panorama.
Near Vanderpool we sidetracked to the Lonestar Motorcycle Museum, an
excellent private collection of vintage bikes. There were several that
might have been the model for the bike Peter Otoole rode to the death
of T E Lawrence in the opening scene of L. of Arabia
We discovered two more exquisite hill country gems: the roads from
Medina to Kerrville and the road from Hunt up the north fork of the
Guadeloupe. And in the afternoon we arrived in -- Africa.
Friday, March 18, 2011
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