On Saturday we left for Johnson City, a little over an hours drive due north of San Antonio. We stopped for lunch at the Pecan Street Brewery. This little place reminds me of a great brewpub you would find in a major city. The beer was top notch as was the delicious food.
President Johnson was raised in Johnson City and the town is named for his first cousin once removed. We toured his boyhood home after lunch and then left for the LBJ ranch.
The ranch is still a working ranch where LBJ spent much of his presidency to get away from the hustle and bustle of Capitol Hill. But this was no vacation, he would often spend 18 hours a day on the phone during his presidency. They also have a working farm with farm houses that were originally on the property from the 19th century. Laura enjoyed running around and seeing all the animals including a brand new calf. She was a bit scared of the huge hogs and said "I want to go now" when the pig oinked at her.
We stayed with my mom's sister Jan in Dripping Springs and her husband. They love dotting on and spoiling the babies of course.
Sunday we enjoyed a massive breakfast courtesy of my Aunt and Uncle and drove another hour west to Fredericksburg. When German settlers came to Fredericksburg in 1846 they found themselves in dangerous Comanche territory. In 1847 a treaty was signed between the German settlers and the Indians fostering peace and trade between the groups.
I wanted two things in Fredericksburg- beer and German food. We ate dinner at the Fredericksburg Brewing company but I will say I've had better beer and better German food elsewhere.
|Trying to rest on the rock|
|Our little family of four|
|Tuckered out little hiker|