Hippie Hollow — More “hollow than hip” these days

During my time at UT, I had a group of sun worshiping buddies that would purposefully arrange their spring classes to fall on Tuesdays and Thursdays, just so they could spend MWF baking at the lake.

It was all about the tan back then, and it is a wonder none of us died from skin cancer. Slathering Hawaiian Tropic “SPF Zero” or worse yet, baby oil mixed with iodine was standard procedure to achieve a dark golden bronze that would make even John Boehner envious. It was a ritual to pack the ice chest with tequila, pineapple juice, and ice, as my five buddies and I would take turns driving the car pool to Lake Travis. Continue reading

Groovin’ in the Grove

Let me just say that I love every kooky, quirky aspect of this little RV park, and there are plenty of ’em to like.  I am afraid having this be my first “full time” destination is going to rank right up there with getting my SCUBA certification in Cozumel…it will forever be the standard by which other RV parks are measured. Continue reading

Wagon (Mo) Ho!

Next stop, Austin!   The journey of a thousand miles begins with a first destination!

It only took me five and a half hours to go 200 miles.  I took my time…..driving slooowwww…Just kept reminding myself, “I paid my taxes just like everyone else on the road!”   I rolled into the Pecan Grove RV park literally fifteen minutes before the office closed. Continue reading