I used to get annoyed when people asked me if I rode horses, shot guns or went to the rodeo when they found out I am from Texas. But being away from Texas for so long has made me increasingly aware of just how true many of these stereotypes are.
Yes, I am from Texas. Yes, I used to hunt deer and doves with my dad while growing up. Yes, I like whiskey, music with a fiddle, and peach cobbler. I say y’all, wear cowboy boots, and come to think of it, I did dabble in horse riding.
So these days, when fellow travelers ask me if Texans ride horses or wear cowboy hats, I say “hell yes!”, because I’m proud of my roots.
On a side note, seeing as I’m a vegetarian nowadays, I choose to opt out of the BBQ eating and hunting escapades….
The sunset over Enchanted Rock, in Fredericksburg, Texas.
Luckenbach, Texas.
Gruene, Texas. More Harleys than horses.
An old filling station in Sisterdale, Texas.
I know I’m home when I taste the Shiner Bock. Brewed in Shiner, Texas.
Longhorns, unlike unicorns, are real, and found all over Texas.
Natarajasana (Dancer Pose) on top of Enchanted Rock.
Urdhva Dhanurasana (Wheel Pose).
Where I hang my hat in New Braunfels, Texas.
Real Ale. Another excellent local brewery located in Blanco, Texas.
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Texas is an interesting place for sure. I drove through there about 10 years ago when I moved cross country from PA to AZ. I just remember being petrified to walk into the gas station since I felt like I was still kind of like a young frat boy with long hair and sandals. And, the only other part I remember was it took forever to clear the state. ha
Haha. Hippies use the back door! They don’t take too kindly to your sorts round’ there! Jk. Things have changed since then, thankfully 😉