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... is a fortress with numerous rooms and even stairways that allow you to climb 3 stories high. I was enamoured with the cement filled tires set with pliers, wrenches and other old hand tools. This is a real must-see.
Here I was in Austin, but I seemed to have brought the west coast drizzle along with me. So, for lunch, I tucked into J. Black's Feel Good Kitchen & Lounge downtown for a breakfast burrito and its build ...
... at "Threadgills" for dinner. The namesake of this establishment mentored Janis Joplin once upon a time. There are photos, lots of them. Gram Parsons is there, Gerry Garcia, Frank Zappa was a regular also. He liked the Mississippi catfish, so on his recommendation I gave it a whirl. For a bottom feeder, done Cajun style, that was a tasty dish to exit Austin with.
At the RV, I laid awake for hours mulling over our last great adventure of Act III. Yet another ...
... suggested walking a few doors down to Ginny’s. GInny’s is a dive bar (in a good way) that holds Chicken **** Bingo every Sunday and only serves beer and wine. We did not know the beverage situation before arriving and Kaitlyn wanted a vodka something. Luckily for us Ginny’s allows you to bring your own bottle of booze and then sells mixers and ice for a very reasonable $1.50. So Kaitlyn and Christina quickly walked back to their place ...
... was huge, row after row of good ol Texas cowboy boots as minimalist or intricately detailed as you like, & the smell of all that leather, amazing!! And of course in true hipster style there were plenty of skinny jeans & beards. We then made the short walk over the bridge into downtown Austin. Covering about six blocks was the Austin Fan Fest set up for the Formula1 fans, lots of stalls of F1 gear & promotional stands of the sponsors, ...
... a good time and it was so nice to do this when it was not
oven hot. The last time I went rafting down the Guadalupe my sides got
chafed before I was even touching the inner-tube. On the way to the
river we drove past Gruene Hall, one of Texas's oldest dance halls.
Kara and I had been once doing our best imitation of the two-step. We
certainly stood out due to our lack of pressed Wranglers, cowboy hats
and two-step history.