Weekend in Wimberley

Something I had been looking forward to for a long time was our long weekend in Wimberley, Texas. It was while we were in Sedona that Patricia and I found a holiday rental house in Wimberley on the Internet. It had an airstrip and a hot tub, and was in the scenic Hill Country. We decided to drag our friend Don and Ant Candy along and split the cost four ways. For weeks Patricia and I had been reminding each other that this adventure was coming up. "Hey Patricia," I would say. "Hot tub."

Finally the time had come and the four of us piled into the car for our (almost) family vacation. Actually, it was a family vacation until Candy proposed that we clean up together as a family at the end and Don foolishly said that he didn't want to be part of the cleaning family. Patricia and Candy immediately expelled him from the "family" and threatened to call their mother, Lee, and tell on him. For the rest of the weekend they were riding Don about how he was out of the family and their mother was going to kick his ass.

We were all rather surprised when we met up with Lee on Sunday. Ant Candy spilled the beans and Lee immediately took Don's side. "What did you do to him? He wouldn't have said something like that if y'all didn't do something to him first." There was a moment's incredulous silence, followed by a certain amount of blustering. It turned out that Don had launched a preemptive strike and had called Lee himself to prime her up for the joke.

The house turned out to be very comfortable and it felt remote, although it was only 10 minutes out of Wimberley proper. Even the road to town was picturesque.


This is the view from the hot tub. I spent a lot of time gazing in this general direction.

This is the view from a little ledge down the path from the house. I did yoga here early one morning. It was delightful.

We did a bit of shopping and sightseeing in the town, but mostly we just hung around the hot tub relaxing. It was very peaceful except of course for the last night, which was party night. Ant Candy hit the wine coolers.

Then she turned up the radio and had her own private dance party on the wall. My Ant Candy really knows how to have fun.

Apart from Ant Candy's music the only violation of the solitude was the incredibly annoying high pitched rasping of a million giant grasshoppers who were having their annual convention in the surrounding trees.

The grasshoppers weren't the only insects to make an appearance at the house. When this guy crawled out from under the upstairs bureau I vowed to wear shoes at all times for the remainder of my stay.

Fortunately the insects that attacked my feet outside were considerably smaller and less harmful than the scorpion, although I did have to make an emergency run to the pharmacy in town for Calamine lotion to kill the itch.

Between the creepy crawlies and the squabbles among the children it really was the perfect family getaway.