Hampton Inn & Suites Cleburne
Travel Blogs from Cleburne
This morning we had to be ready to leave the hotel on our bikes at 7:30. It was cooler and I wore arm warmers for the first hour.
We rode approximately 47.3 miles depending on whose computer you went by. My rule of thumb is go with the most miles and the highest average.
We made a mid morning stop for a snack after about 25 miles …
... 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.
... which had once been Fort Worth's cattle saleyards. Now it dealt with a new kind of cattle - tourists. The place is bristling with souvenir shops and restaurants. We visited the Cowtown museum, which had historical artifacts and
carriages and carts and such.
During dinner, Sam and our hosts thought it was great fun to goad me into eating a jalapeno pepper. I took the tiniest nibble and my tongue ...
... and stowed our gear in the room we had take over from their grandson. He didn't seem to mind too much and showed it by cooking us a big dinner on the BBQ.
During this time, Sam took the opportunity to make a new best friend. Dan's dog Max, an aging Labrador took a shine to her. Pretty much the only way I could get any of his attention was by bribing him with food, and that was a 50/50 proposition at best.
All in all, not a bad ...