May 18 – “Lunch in Luckenbach”

Another of the highlights of our journey was almost missed entirely.  After our excursion through the Willow City Loop we decided to do lunch in that iconic landmark town of Luckenbach, Texas.  That would fit nicely on our bucket list of really different unknowns.  We followed Google Siri’s directions out into the countryside, and before long we did indeed come to a large arrow with the words “Luckenbach, Texas” under it.  The designated road, however, seem to lead to nowhere in particular, just another proverbial “loop,” we thought.  So we continued on the straight and narrow path before us, hoping to arrive sometime soon for our Lunch in Luckenbach.  Alas, it soon became evident that we should have trusted the sign.  Even Google Siri seemed to laugh at us as our little blue dot drifted further and further away from the red destination arrow.  Yep.  Time to turn around.

And this time, as we approached the Luckenbach Loop Road, something strange began to happen to us.  Well, to me.  I felt the itch to git on mah cowboy hat ‘n’ pull up mah boots.  Dis here town wuz so little you could walk crost it in mebbe three minutes.  Dere wuz some kina obstacle course fer Fred Flintstone set up and taped off.  No idee what that was fer. 

Fust we strolled on through the ol’ shack they had marked as the U.S. Post Office.  Dat wuz jus’ to git ya inside, though.  ‘Cause in dere dere wuz nuttin but a gen’ral store wit all sorts of gadgets and gizmos and touristy hats and t-shirts.  I bought Chris a thimble fer her collection.  Not many folks have dem thangs anymore.  That post’em office was connected to the bar where some sanging wuz goin’ on.  We waited ta jain em, though.  Decided we wuz hangry.

We et lunch on a table outside.  Had ta shove the ol’ mangy cat outa da way off’n the table to make us some room.  Got us some ol’ dead pig shredded up on a bun fetched from the food wagon they done got set up on the poperty.  Then we set down and listened at three old dudes and one not so old dude sang some fine ol’ country music tunes.  Twarn’t Willie, Waylon, and dem boys, but dese ones done plenty gud.  We took us some pictures for posterity and headed back to the car.  And as we drove away we could feel ourselves transforming back into something resembling normal again.  Or as normal as we get normal, especially on a trip like this one.

Hebrews 9:24 says, “For Christ did not enter a man-made sanctuary that was only a copy of the true one; he entered heaven itself, now to appear for us in God's presence.”

Father, thank you again for fun new discoveries.  Amen.