Once we left Schulenburg, we were on the Barbecue Trail. Lockhart is famous for its’ four barbecue joints and Luling’s City Market is one of the ones touted on the website Texas Less Traveled.
We didn’t eat there, since we were aiming for Lockhart. But, man, did it smell good.
Unlike most of our travels, this year we have not really scoped out places to stay, except that we are headed west. Lockhart is only about 60 miles from Schulenburg so we made an easy day of it with a stop in Luling, thanks to our friend, Michael, a Texas native. He mentioned that it was the watermelon capital of the world and was right on the way so we pulled over.
Right next to the bus was the Luling Animal House. One of the cats, Tikita, is a very keratinous kitty. Meaning she has LOTS of fur and her nails grow fast and hard. We trim them regularly, but one is kind of curled under and very difficult to get to. Jim went in The Animal House and asked if they could get it. She said YES and after we wandered around the town, we boxed Tikita up and took her over. Not only did the vet, a lovely woman, get the pesky nail trimmed down to the end, she filed it off and said we owed her nothing. We gave her a few bucks (not enough!) and were thrilled to have that done. We also asked if she could give her a lion cut, but the nails was all she did with cats. Tikita was very good and didn’t scream like she does when we cut too close; the vet was really good handling her. Thank you!
We wandered around town a little, checking out the Oil Museum, and the saddle shop. They had kitties. I loved that they had a huge playstation for the cats and where were they? Curled up in boxes. And by the tools.
Then we were on to Lockhart. We were getting hungry and settled on Kruez. It did not disappoint.
The pit crew.
We got brisket and sausage. Beans and German potato salad. Seriously delicious. They serve on butcher paper with a knife and spoon for the sides. No sauce, no forks. It works.
We were starving but only ate about half. More later.
Me and the pit boss. He said we could park the bus overnight. We narrowly dodged hailstorms, 60 MPH winds, and damaging hail; we were right in between two giant storms. Whew!
Our view of just half of the woodpile. Carmella got to go on walkabout.
On the way to San Marcos and the Texas Commemorative Air Force Museum. I would so like to go to a Peace Museum sometime soon.
I have always been in awe of the WWII photographers. This picture over Germany shows a B-25 getting it’s wing blown off and the pilot ejecting. Dear God.