As the name suggests the park was on the water, the Pedernales River, so we decided to go for a dip in the morning. It turned out to be nothing more than a foot deep paddle. There was still a possibility of escaping the camp fee but Ken's Karma pulled us into doing the honest thing.
A Mexican breakfast stop and we roll through Lyndon B. Johnson's home town, where everything that can do bears the Johnson name, and out past his ranch. We don't stop as the day will be long enough.
A fair bit of elevation gained and the frequent hills were exhausting in the heat. Cacti became a feature today which provided mild interest. The Hill Country scenery were really pleasant cycling roads.
Unfortunately we didn't have time to stop off in Fredericksburg town. This area is noticeably Germanic due to all the immigrants who settled here in the mid-1800s.
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We reach Janice and Fred's house at half 7 just before it gets dark. I watch some basketball we eat a huge wok-full of Chinese food. I'm knackered. Sleep.
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