Living in The Great State of Texas, you grow up
being accustomed to going on long drives (we’re talking 3hrs or more each way)
just to go have lunch or spend a few hours with friends or family. It’s a big
state with lots to see and do. When my husband and I were newlyweds, and broker
than broke, we would gas up the car (something we could afford easily at $.99 a
gallon), pack a lunch, and pick a highway. Our favorites were always the back
roads. The little CRs (country roads) and FMs (farm to markets) that work their
way across the state like gossamer cobwebs that are found only when you stumble
upon them.
One of our first drives was from IH10, up to Hwy16
in search of the perfect field of Bluebonnets. That trip ended up going full
circle. We took the curves and hills on HWY29 across to Georgetown and back
down IH35 to San Antonio. I never did take any pictures on that trip and I
really wish I had. We did find something far more precious, an entire day with
zero distractions, and lots of laughter and the simple pleasure of being in the
moment. As you can probably guess... that was before cell phones and Facebook.
Taking these roads less traveled is our favorite
way to see this wonderful state. On these roads you find things you didn’t know
your heart needed to experience, like the lady that lives just north of IH10 on
our way to Spring, Texas. We’ve seen on several trips. Her home is a grey wood
frame house surrounded by green pastures. We typically make this drive in early
spring or mid autumn. The mornings are cool enough to still be covered in dew
at 10am. We’ve seen her feeding a flock of what, from a distance, looks like a big flock of chickens. That is,
until you get close enough to see that it is a flock of Snowy Egrets in the dew
covered field just past her garden gate.
Earlier this year, we made this drive it was smack in
the middle of rodeo season. If you are not from Texas you are probably thinking
that every day is rodeo season, and that is mostly true. We refer to February
and March as rodeo season because the biggest rodeos in the state take place
during those two months. If you are on the road at the right time you’ll catch
up with one of the Trail Rides that cuts across Texas for the Houston Rodeo. On
our February trip this year we were lucky enough to give the “Saltgrass Trail
Riders” from Brenham, Texas the right of way.
Our most recent trip could have been about an hour
and a half shorter. But, that would mean staying on a big highway with everyone
else. Where is the fun in that?? The purpose of this trip was for my husband to
take a final exam at school in Sulphur Springs, TX. It was just before getting
to Waco when we started to get antsy. That’s when I told my husband that I
wanted to go to Gun Barrel City. Heck, why not? We’d already been to Ding Dong,
Tx. It was a road we’d never taken and we’re spontaneous like that (or at least
we try to be). So off the Interstate we went... but not before seeing proof
that the grass is greener on the other side.
The detour took us from Waco, across to Corsicana. Along that road, we took in the quaintness of Hubbard Texas. In case you didn’t know it, Hubbard is the “Victorian Crossroads of Texas”. We didn’t stop to see the old Victorian homes, but we did enjoy the tree lined drive through town.
Our drive through Silver City was brief. So quick that I missed the city limits
sign that I wanted to take a selfie with. Then… on to Corsicana, home of the
Collins Street Bakery. For those of you who may have never heard of it, they
are known for… fruitcake. I am a bit of a fruitcake freak so I have to make
sure we come back this way when the store is open.
Next, the winding Farm to Market Roads, 1603 and
1129. That stretch of road was so peaceful. There weren’t many cars on the road
and it was basically hay fields, and these frilly white wildflowers on bright
green leafy stems that dotted the landscape at first, then became rolling hills
of sea foam green. I really wish I hadn’t forgotten my camera. The one on my
cell phone wasn’t very good for stopping motion or distances. As would be my
luck, the best fields were either behind a stand of trees, and vanished as soon
as we were driving past open pastures. Or, they were on the opposite side of
the road... with a double yellow line so… making a u-turn for a photo was not
an option.
There was also this odd looking structure that I'm pretty sure is a grain silo. It loomed ominously in the middle of a field and those
windows at the very top reminded me of watch towers. It was kind of creepy.
What do you think?
Driving down Hwy 85 was more of the same. More hay,
pastures, and those sneaky flowers!! When we continued onto Hwy 334 we crossed what
I called “The Lake with No Name”. It’s actually Cedar Creek Reservoir, but I’m
a dork and “The Lake with No Name” sounds more intriguing to me. This brings us
to my personal goal for this trip, Gun Barrel City. Let me tell you about this
drive!! The causeway is about 2miles
long and there is WATER EVERYWHERE!!.. and just a tiny strip of road that you
are travelling. I just love drives like that... but then again... that might be
because I love being around water. In fact, I was soooo excited, that I
completely missed the Gun Barrel City sign!! I thought to myself... “NOT
AGAIN!! This is Ding Dong all over again!” (I missed the marker there too.)
But… my husband… my wonderful husband… light of my
life... my reason for living… he wasn’t about to let me accept defeat. No siree
Bob! Not him. He was determined to help me get my photo. Did I mention that we
have traveled over 268 miles at this point? Not to mention that we still had another 70 miles to
go. THIS is why I married him! He understands my “crazy”. All for this photo.
After that... the trip just zipped by. The next town
on the road... Mabank. Yes, we shot from Gun Barrel over to Mabank. *pun
intended* From there it was on to Canton. Yep the home of First Monday Trade
Days. Those markets are MAHOOSIVE!! Junkin’, yet another reason to come this
way. Just be warned, if you venture past Canton, there is a place just outside
of Eaton that really stinks. The Emory Compression Station. Peeeeyew! It's a natural gas relay station along a natural gas pipeline. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Do you know what didn’t stink on this stretch of
road? This guy!! We drove behind him for about 5miles. Watching him cruise down
the road in this great state made me smile. I love that he put the biggest
American flag that he could get on his motorcycle and went for a ride. Sharing
the road with him was a privilege. He loves this great country… and so do we.
After all that, we finally made it to the hotel.
Friday is his final and then Saturday we head home… with another little detour.
And if you happen to be feeling adventurous, pack a lunch, make sure your
camera is charged up, gas up the tank and take the scenic route every once in a
while. I promise, you won’t be disappointed.