The last time Skye and I came through Austin, Lance Armstrong, was..... We went to Mellow Johnny's and were wowed by the yellow jerseys and the different bikes on display that Lance had rode in various Tour victories. It was a sight to behold. This time around,...was a little different, to say the least. I was somewhat, although not completely surprised to see that the Yellow Jerseys were still there. All of the Tour bikes were gone, although there were still copies of several of Lance's various books, including, It's Not About The Bike, little did we know how truthful that title really was. The first time around, it was like visiting the lair of a superhero, this time, felt dirty, more like a voyeur or rubber-necker at an accident.
I started to write my opinion on Lance's situation and then decided that might make for a separate post, if I tackle the issue at all.
So Much to See, So Much to Do, So Little Time
McKinney Falls State Park has so much to offer, from bike trails, to nice jogging paths, historical sights, etc. etc.
We could have never left the campground and had an amazing time.
And yet Austin called. I've heard so many good things about the place, but our daily jaunts of just a few hours couldn't even scratch the surface. For better or for worse, we ended up walking around a shopping distric a lot like old Melrose Ave in L.A.
After going into a couple of great antique shops, both Cindy and I started feeling like we were working, one of the downsides of being decorators. But they were wonderful shops and full of all sorts of cool things.
We continued on to an amazing costume shop, one of the best I'd ever seen, an incredible candy store, too bad we're all trying to lose a few lbs and some great vintage clothes shops, just to name a few.
But we were already maxed out when it came to space for more stuff, so we had to really use a lot of self control and just look.
We made a campfire each and every night we were here, even after going out for the movies one night, I was up till around 2 am tending to the fire that night.
We even threw in a morning fire so that we could cook up some breakfast vittles, a personal fave, nothing like the smell of bacon in the morn.
On one of these evenings, Cindy and Skye ran into a raccoon, which in and of itself is not such a big deal.
A bit latter when I was joking around about sounds in the brush behind Cindy, only to have those jokes end up as a real racoon wandering into camp and not being scared off so easily.