North of Rocksprings, we saw some some hunting ranches with exotic animals advertised. Behind one tall fence, I saw something that resembled a gnu. Sort of like our African Lion Safari back home except that the visitors get to shoot the wildlife.
The short hop from there to Fredericksburg was uneventful but the road was suddenly busy and they were in a hurry. We were moving 65 MPH and the cars were lining up behind us. Reaching town, we found it crowded with people. We proceeded to the KOA where one guy seemed to be running it all and saw we were next on the list to be phoned. Other KOA's have been half full at best but this one was packed. They managed to find a site that was good through Saturday, but we had to stuff 45 feet into a 42 foot spot.
We took the bike and rode five miles down Ranch Road 1376 to Luckenbach, the place made famous by the song. Waylon, Willie and the boys weren't there and neither was pretty much anyone else. Counting us, there were seven bikes. We sat at the tables and talked to some good old Texas boys (and girls) about riding and the weather.
Back at the campground, I talked to a few other residents including a man from PEI (originally a Mainer) who spent the entire winter here with his wife and rode a 1990 BMW. Another older gentleman from Iowa had a Can-Am Spyder. Seems like there are lots of riders here. Later, Garth from Wyoming pulled in driving a pretty 27' Jayco. He hates Jayco (unresolved customer service issues).
I got a bit more of the blog done but this getting caught up is eluding me. Then we turned in.
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