Written by Lois Rodriguez
The porcine contestants are named Frankenswine, Ricky Pigcardo, Lusqueal Ball, Elvis Porksy, and Shaquille O’Squeal. (Kevin Bacon was sidelined with Swine Flu.)
There’s no denying that Texans know how to throw a party. Whether it’s SXSW in Austin or The Great Texas Mosquito Festival in Clute, we do it right.
The barrier islands that shelter Aransas Bay from the Gulf of Mexico also buffet the bayside community of Rockport-Fulton from the crush of tourists that flock to some other beach resort towns.
If your child loves LEGO® Bricks, they will be fascinated by the elaborate creations displayed as part of the San Antonio Botanical Garden exhibit Nature Connects: Art with LEGO® Bricks.
Autumn is my favorite season for a roadtrip. Obviously, cooler weather factors into my affection. Also, smaller crowds make for broader landscapes. And while in Texas leaf peeping is not often a motivation for hitting the road, there is an appreciable, if subtle shift in the landscape, a change of textures and colors, as the night temps cool. Along with the fresh slant of sun, clouds seem to drift about more often in the fall and I appreciate dappled sunlight.
On Sept. 4, 2011, the October issue of Texas Highways was just reaching subscribers. The cover story was a tribute to the beauty of Bastrop State Park. Sadly, that very day, the park and surrounding areas suffered great damage as a wildfire swept through, affecting 96 percent of the park. Fortunately, it has been making great strides toward recovery.
The duty as well as the pleasure of Texas Highways’ photography is to guide you to the small and silent, as well as the big and bold, and then suggest what your own experience might be like.
Houston’s Astrodome may sit abandoned and seemingly unwanted, but many kept sight of the iconic dome’s value and have worked tirelessly to see it be given a chance for a new life.
The writers who contribute to Texas Highways exemplify a few traits in common: They’re experienced travelers guided by curiosity, adventure, culture, and hard-earned wisdom.
Though my vacation dining plans usually involve lots of rich eating, I decided to mix things up on a recent trip to Galveston. All those exercisers around me—surfers balancing on rushing waves, joggers kicking up sand, and bicyclists threading their way along the seawall—inspired me to forgo fried fare and search out lighter eating options.
I hadn’t lived in Texas for very long before learning that “comfort food” takes on specific meaning here. A friend and I in San Antonio were looking for some dinner, and a resident rattled off nearby eats: pizza, Tex-Mex, and, of course, a comfort-food restaurant.