Days Inn Granbury
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After about 28 hours of traveling, I made it home. Saying goodbye to all my friends was difficult but I am lucky to have met all the great people I did. My last day in Viterbo, I took a few pictures just to remember Viterbo by. I had been taking so many pictures of places I traveled but rarely did I take pictures of the very place that became my home, and the place that I would miss the most. I am thankful ...
Seeing on Facebook that a few of my friends were out wine tasting... And I find out they were in Fredericksburg, TX !!! About a 4 hour drive! I invite myself! Due to my car situation--2000 Honda Civic with 260000 miles. I call Enterprise Rent a car, they stay open until I get there. I'm thrilled!!!! I go to Aledo's Football game, go home, pack.... Sleep for a bit and head down the road at ...
... for the timber", which dramatically shows a group of cowboys and vaqueros fleeing for their lives from a band of Apache warriors.
The museum also houses a great many pieces by American artists through history, and to be honest, the majority of it does nothing for me. Like I said in the title "I may not know art, but I know what I like."
... gotten around half the tables. It doesn't matter, I never saw the .303 I wanted.
We flew home to Burleson, because we had a ghost tour booked at Old Burleson, the tourist/dining precinct of the Town. The ladies at the ghost tour took us around several of the older buldings, telling us tales of gruesome deaths and depression era outlaws.
From there it was to home, to dream of vengeful spirits? Possibly, I can never remember my dreams.
... If you don't find it, don't come back." With those words of encouragement, I set off for a nice walk over a little bridge.
Little did I know that the little bridge was the little bridge that crosses in to hell. Halfway across this little bridge lay a big tree. Being the intrepid adventurer that I am, I vaulted over it with the Indiana jones music echoing in my ears. This turned out to be the easy part.