Friday (Sunday) the 15th

I just realized I'm a moron and titled the last entry "Friday the 14th" when I meant to write "Saturday the 14th" - dang copy & paste. Oh well, maybe I should name this entry "Friday the 15th" since the whole weekend felt as good as Fridays do.

Luckily, I can name these entries anything I care to name them - even if they don't make sense to anyone else.
Before leaving Fredericksburg Sunday morning, we stopped by the town's historic churches to take a few photies, as they say in Scotland. Old churches are awesome. This church was built in the early 1800s in Fredericksburg.
We journeyed north from Fredericksburg to Llano, Texas. I was familiar with Llano only through my team roping interests.


In case you can't read the lettering, it says "Rich Skelton - 8x World Champion Team Roper".

I'd never been there, but Byron was set on taking me to one of the most highly rated BBQ joints in Texas - something in which every Texan must partake.


Normally on Sundays, we would be in church, but on this particular Sunday we pulled into Cooper's in Llano before the church crowd hit. While we were there I realized why.

This place was good.
Before entering the building, you select the meats you want from an open pit outside. They slop it on a tray, then send you inside where they weigh your choices and charge you accordingly - not until after you've selected your cobbler, drink and sides, of course.


After filling ourselves silly with BBQ prime rib, sausage, pork chops and cobbler, we stopped by the dam to take a stroll.


Nothing like a good dam stroll.

Ever since Byron and I have been together, I've learned many hilarious stories about his rambunctiousness as a child. These stories include things like Byron getting his head stuck between rails at a restaurant; Byron almost getting eaten by a vicious African fish after disappearing at a zoo; and many other countless random injuries the boy has had over the years.

Once we got out of the truck, he immediately began roaming off down the rocks. The next thing I knew, he was balancing on a pipe that on one side had cascading jagged rocks and the other a deep lake.

Luckily, no one was injured during the dam stroll and nothing fell in the water.


The drive back to Lubbock from Llano covered a lot of territory. We passed through the largest wind turbine field in the world near Sweetwater. Unless you're actually there, you can't really grasp how many turbines are actually out there.

These are giant, huge, big, large, ginormous structures. Their blades are turning at a speed of 240 mph at their end. There are literally hundreds and hundreds of these things out there - million dollar wind turbines everywhere. There are turbines as far as the eye can see.


There's easily enough energy being produced out there to match half the energy of childhood, zoo adventurer, kid-who-stuck-his-head-in-rails Byron.