Bastrop has always been one of my favorite day trips, and it’s one of the few places in Central Texas that reminds me of my Piney Woods hometown. I was quite nervous the first time I returned after the devastating fires of 2011, but what I found was a town offering more hope and opportunity than ever.
As Texans, “Remember the Alamo” is ingrained in our collective conscious. We’re taught the phrase in fourth-grade history, and the hallowed site in San Antonio is a mandatory stop on family road trips. However, “Remember Goliad” was also a rallying cry during the fight for Texas independence, and I set out to devote a day to this less-traveled town that played an important role in our history.
While Spicewood proper may be nothing more than a few buildings tucked away down a country road, the town’s real charm lies hidden in the surrounding hills. And if you know where to look, you’ll find plenty of reasons to support the locals’ claim that “life is good in Spicewood.”
Some folks dream of a land flowing with milk and honey, but what about one that’s rich with barbecue and watermelons?
The good news is that this magical place exists in the Central Texas town of Luling.
There’s a town in the Hill Country that calls itself “a little piece of heaven.” Feeling the need to transcend everyday life, I drove to Wimberley in search of an absolutely heavenly day.
Anytime I day-trip to the big city, I like to pick an area and explore every nook and cranny rather than spend my time in a car traversing the urban jungle. With that in mind, I set out to explore South Austin. Nowhere does the “Keep Austin Weird” slogan ring truer than in this section of Texas’ Capital City.
Smithville calls itself the “Heart of the Megalopolis” because of its proximity to Austin, San Antonio, Houston, and Bryan-College Station. However, beyond mere convenience, there are plenty of reasons to take a day trip to this little town on the Colorado River.
For some, the idea of spending time in Huntsville conjures up images of a striped jumpsuit, two matching metal bracelets, and a uniformed escort who definitely isn’t a tour guide. But for those who visit voluntarily, Huntsville makes for one incredible day trip.
You can’t blame Texans for flocking lakeside during our blistering Texas summers. However, we shouldn’t be so quick to forget our lakes when the weather turns colder. During chilly months, Texas reservoirs take on a completely different personality. I set out in the brisk air to explore Lake Buchanan, or as the locals say, “Lake Buck-anan.”
Sweeping hills, giant platters of sausage and kraut, overflowing beer steins, and hefty men clad in lederhosen playing polka till their fingers turn blue—all in Fredericksburg, a town that is both remarkably German and completely Texan.
While “Bryan-College Station” rolls off the tongue smoother than the Aggie War Hymn, and is known collectively as “Aggieland,” each city has its own distinctive identity. I set out for a day in Bryan, far from the bustle of College Station’s Texas A&M University.