It’s March Break and we are in Fredericksburg, Texas. My mom and I are tag-alongs on a week-long bike training camp of sorts called Hell Week*. The weather has been a balmy 75F something and I’ve been strolling the streets alone taking photos of things and making lists and drawing pictures. My mom keeps volunteering to stay home while Eli naps or play with him in the garden, so I am soaking in Lindsay time.
Although the town is relatively small and we clearly in gun-lovin’ country (ex. signs with guns for the garden saying “We don’t call 911.” or bullets-turned-christmas ornaments or “carry and conceal” handbags on sale), there are some lovely art shops and neat architecture. I plan to walk into town again tomorrow morning to scope out the stationary shop, the fabric shop, the chocolate shop (again) and the vintage book shop.
Last night we sampled some chocolate-dipped bacon from the Lone Star candy shop. Perhaps tonight we’ll sample the chocolate-dipped dill pickle or jalepeno pepper (although both look rather reminiscent of fecal). Maybe we’ll settle for the chocolate-dipped twinkie or oreo or bugs instead.
* If you would like some more witty banter about the cycling and the food and beer consumption of this trip, please show my dad some love over on his blog – http://cycletooth.wordpress.com/