Written by Texas Highways
The American Quarter Horse is prized for its versatility, from ranch work to its speed on the quarter-mile track—the inspiration for its name. And for 75 years, breeders of the popular horse have registered their foals with the Amarillo-based American Quarter Horse Association. To celebrate the association’s diamond anniversary, the American Quarter Horse Hall of Fame & Museum is honoring the 16 ranches and individuals—10 from Texas—who have registered an American Quarter Horse every year since 1940. See historic photos, biographies, saddles, awards, and equipment from the breeders’ private collections. Through July 25.
The Booming N Blooming Festival at the Attwater Prairie Chicken National Wildlife Refuge in Eagle Lake offers the chance to observe the unusual courtship ritual of Attwater’s prairie chickens in their native coastal prairie habitat. Held April 11-12, the event includes viewing tours to see the endangered ground-dwelling birds on their “booming grounds,” where the males inflate their bright yellow air sacs, hold their tails erect, stomp their feet, and charge at competitors. Birding tours, native plant tours, biologist presentations, and a children’s art contest round out the weekend.
Luminaries of Latin and Tejano music will take the stage April 17-18 in Corpus Christi for Fiesta de la Flor, a tribute to the late hometown star Selena Quintanilla Perez. Twenty years after Selena died tragically in the prime of her career, the festival will celebrate the life and legacy of the “Queen of Tejano” at North Bayfront Park. The lineup of about 12 bands includes A.B. Quintanilla y Los Kumbia King All Starz, Los Lobos, Clarissa Serna, and Little Joe y La Familia. The event will also feature a screening of the biopic Selena, food trucks, children’s activities, and a fireworks finale. Tickets cost $5. For more information check out Matt Joyce's recent in-depth blog post covering Fiesta de la Flor.
Texas is synonymous with big, partly because of its land mass, but also because of its big personalities. And through the ages, few have been bigger than Lyndon B. Johnson, the 36th President of the United States.
A spotlight pierces the darkened theater as an acoustic guitarist fingerpicks the opening notes of a tune. Tonight’s star, nattily clad in a dark teal suit, white shirt, and silver necktie, stands center stage. He begins to articulate the lyrics with wry precision as the lighting gradually expands to reveal his supporting players, each attired in a black suit, white shirt, and tie. Despite the ensemble’s snazzy look, this singer-songwriter’s material evokes imagery of pick-up trucks, cowboys, enchiladas, and other down-home delights. That’s right—he is from Texas.
Sitting in the light-washed front room of his Salado gallery, artist Ronnie Wells shapes a small clay sculpture of two men carving a duck decoy, a model for a future bronze. In an adjacent room, his wife motions her hand as if to say, “It’s okay. Go on in.”
Dun Huang Plaza is at 9889 Bellaire Blvd., on the south side of Bellaire less than a block east of Beltway 8 (also known as the Sam Houston Tollway). Restaurant hours vary widely. Here are additional addresses.
It takes a sense of adventure, as well as an adventurous palate, to explore ethnic dining areas as vast and sprawling as Houston’s Chinatown. Unlike Chinatowns in New York or San Francisco, which span several, walkable blocks, Houston’s Chinatown—which migrated from cramped and expensive midtown and downtown locations in the mid-1980s—now encompasses an eight-mile stretch along Bellaire Boulevard on the southwest side of Houston.
When you think of romantic French country fare, the Central Texas town of Burton (pop. 302) may not immediately come to mind. Yet this blink-and-you’ll-miss-it burg, situated on US 290 amid the pastoral rolling hills of Washington County, is home to the Brazos Belle—a cozy weekend bistro serving French-inspired cuisine in a former 1871 general store.
I started collecting travel memories in the form of jewelry when I was about eight years old. In recent years, I’ve added a chunky amethyst pendant from Wurstfest in New Braunfels, a Celtic-style necklace from the Texas Folklife Festival in San Antonio, a mother-of-pearl necklace and earring set from Grapevine, and some moonstone earrings from the gift shop at the Black Dragon pirate ship in Port Isabel.
Twelve years ago, my suburbanite parents got a wild hair and bought five acres of rugged terrain in Bluff Dale, a stoplight-free, unincorporated community 58 miles southwest of Fort Worth. Back then, a filling station and a deer processor were the extent of area attractions. Today there’s still no stoplight, which means unassuming travelers cruising US 377 between Stephenville and Granbury may miss one of the state’s most delicious destinations—one that usually inspires first-time visitors to wonder, “Why haven’t I been here before?”
The river rounds a bend and six mossy-backed turtles sunning on a row of rocks drop into the water—plop, plop, plop, one after the other, as if in a water ballet. Ahead, the shores pull farther apart and I see several bright white egrets and yellow-crowned night herons standing statue-like at the waterline. A breeze ripples the tall grasses around them.