Written by Texas Highways
Glinting pools of blue-green water. Rugged limestone bluffs, fuzzy with moss. A rope swing, knotted for better grip, looped over the branch of a towering tree.
El Paso, the state’s westernmost and perhaps most historic urban center, has served as a crossroads of the Americas for more than four centuries. The city rises from the banks of the Rio Grande borderlands in fine, venerable homes and landmark buildings while contemporary construction ascends the surrounding desert mountains.
This summer marks 50 years since a 23-year-old from Port Arthur moved to San Francisco to become a pioneering female rock star. Before she joined Big Brother and the Holding Company, Janis Joplin had been a folk/blues singer, influenced by the music of Leadbelly, Odetta, and Jean Richey. But she envisioned her future as a rock and soul singer in March 1966 in Austin, when she shared a bill with the 13th Floor Elevators and their shrieking frontman Roky Erickson.
Located in Comanche County about 100 miles southwest of Fort Worth, De Leon celebrates its agricultural heritage and bountiful fruit crop with the 102nd annual Peach and Melon Festival (August 2-6). A tractor pull and competitions for peach desserts, melons, and seed-spitting reflect the farming theme, while attractions like a carnival, Watermelon Crawl 5k run, parade, and pageant round out the week. On “Golden Saturday” (August 6, 2016), the town serves a spaghetti lunch at De Leon High and free watermelon slices downtown.
Photography takes center stage at the Museum of the Big Bend in Alpine for summer 2016 with exhibits capturing the region’s distinctive beauty and the diverse imagery of shooters from around the world. Bagging Light in the Big Bend: Jim Bones features 14 images from Bones, an Alpine resident known for his intuitive portrayals of the Big Bend landscape. TPS 25: The International Competition features 60 photographs recognized in this year’s edition of the Texas Photographic Society’s international competition.
Escape the city lights with a trip to the George Observatory in Brazos Bend State Park for the Perseid meteor shower. Starting Friday night, August 12, 2016, until 6 a.m. Saturday, the observatory will provide telescopes to view the shooting stars, and astronomers will be on-hand to assist and explain the phenomenon. (Under clear, dark skies, the naked eye is all you need to observe the spectacle; you’ll likely see a few dozen meteors per hour.) Named for the constellation Perseus, the annual phenomenon occurs when debris from Comet Swift-Tuttle collides with earth’s atmosphere. Bring lawn chairs and blankets, along with the entry fee of $7 for adults and $6 for kids.
The Texas Legislature designated Navasota “The Blues Capital of Texas” in 2005 to honor the city’s rich blues history, particularly the great blues songster Mance Lipscomb. Navasota remembers Lipscomb, a lifelong resident who passed away in 1976, each year with the Navasota Blues Festival (August 12-13, 2016). The festival features 10 performers, including such Texas acts as Trudy Lynn, the Peterson Brothers, and Rob Roy Parnell. The festival also includes free workshops focusing on the blues guitar and cigar box guitar.
I’ve spent much of my adult life in search of the best places in Texas to do little or nothing — getaways, hideaways, well-appointed holes in which to hide — weekend respites from city demands. I’ve found splendid, funky, ridiculous, and sublime reasons to go away, stay away, stretch a weekend beyond all reasonable bounds. Here are a few of my favorites.
Many travelers will spend thousands of dollars for a ticket to the Mediterranean to discover historic architecture, splash in blue waters, dine on amazing food, and gaze upon heart-stopping views. Little do they know that East Texas holds its own Athenian adventure, where travelers can do all of these things and more without the expensive plane ticket.
Bucked off a bronc and knocked unconscious, Florence Hughes Randolph lay on a stretcher at the 1929 San Antonio Rodeo. Suddenly coming to, she jumped back on the horse. “It’s all in the game,” said the four-foot-six athlete after completing her ride on the “hurricane deck,” rodeo lingo for the back of a bucking bronc.
As our ferryboat approaches the landing, three dolphins suddenly surface just beyond the jetty. I declare it a positive omen, and my wife smiles. Meanwhile, cormorants and seagulls gawk from their perches atop nearby pilings. Passengers return to parked vehicles from sightseeing on deck, and the crew prepares for mooring. Behind us, where we boarded approximately three miles and 30 minutes ago, lies our home away from home, Galveston Island; ahead, a place we haven’t visited in over a decade, Bolivar Peninsula.