Wurstfest rally

Steve and Amy Hosted another Airstream rally at Wurstfest in New Braunfels. We weren't able to make it last year because of that job thing. We camped at Rio Raft on the Guadalupe river. Driving down here, we left around noon, and decided to take the shortest route, which was on I35. Mapquest said it was less than 4 hours this way, and it is amazing how easily we forget the traffic in Austin. We started running into stop and go traffic around Georgetown. About an hour and a half later, we were already through Austin! Somewhat unscathed, but asking ourselves what were we thinking. It is going to be US 281 going home. We arrived a little after 5 on Friday, and set up camp, and started making the cherry dump cake for the potluck supper. Steve had made several kinds of sausage, and all that I tried were good. There were several pony kegs from New Braunfels brewery, and one that Channing had made. They were all darker than Shelly and I like, but Channing was telling me how simple it is to make the beer. I have been thinking about trying to make beer, and guess it is time to try my hand at it. Terry and Mary were here when we arrived, and Connie and Johnny got here an hour later. We stood around the fire until about 10, and decided it had been a long day. We still haven't gotten used to the time change. On Saturday, we drove with Connie and Johnny to Wurstfest. Johnny bought several kinds of sausage, as well as a pork chop on a stick, and some ribs. They were all good. We walked around listening to the polka bands, and decided there wasn't a whole lot to do here. We decided to meet Connie's friend at Gruene hall, and drove there. There was a band playing there, and we found a table, and got a round of beer. Shelly and I danced a few times. 

Terry and Mary showed up and we all had several more rounds of beer. The band was decent, and played Silver Wings for us. At 5, the night band started getting ready, and spent what seemed like two hours doing a sound check. One, two, yep. One two, yep. One, two, you get the point. I'll stop now. They should have also. We walked to Adobe verde restaurant, and had a great meal. Shelly had quesadillas, and I had their enchiladas verdes. Delicious. We got back to camp about 9, and walked the dogs. The rest of the Airstreamers were watching a movie outside of their camp, but we decided the dancing and beer made us sleepy. It couldn't be "getting old" doing that to us. 

 Most of the Airstreamers packed up Sunday morning, and wanted to watch the game that afternoon. We decided to stay another night. 

This is a panoramic view of the bluff on the river. 

Shelly's roses from Don and Sheron. 

We went with Connie and Johnny to Gruene again, and walked around some of the shops. We listened to a band at Oma Gruene's secret garden. Shelly decided the singer sounded like Janis Joplin. It was neat sitting outside listening to the band. We decided to eat at Gruene river restaurant. We sat on the deck overlooking the river, and met Damien and Stacy there. Damien is a firefighter Captain from Lewisville. Now, with Terry,  there are three firefighters with Airstreams. We spent about two hours enjoying the food, drinks, and talking. The food was good, but a little pricey. We got back to camp, and sat outside of our camper and talked until almost 11. 

 Monday morning we packed up and  drove to Blanco and north on 281. Much nicer drive. We stopped in Johnson City and saw Sean in his shop. We needed a handle for our oven and knew he probably had one. He did, and asked how many we needed. Only one! We stopped in Lampassas in the parking lot by the pool to eat lunch. Shelly heated up leftover shrimp and quesadillas from eating out this weekend. Unusual combination, but still good.