The iPhone app blinks, reassuring that it sees us, a blue dot traveling along RR 1376, a squiggly, a two-lane road. We take our time, passing some fenced pastures and a few houses on our way to Luckenbach. We pull into the dirt parking lot and head for the tiny post office and trading post. Inside, we stand near the pot belly stove to warm up and toe-tap along to the music of a guitar-playing cowboy. You never know who’ll stop by for musical entertainment. After awhile, we walk over to the dance hall, strung with Christmas lights that stay up all year. There’s nothing finer than an evening listening to country music, but there’s nothing colder than a wood frame building in December. We decide against lingering at Luckenbach. Hungry for a burger, we drive further on down Old Wildlife Management Road to Alamo Springs, past the bat cave, quiet from the cold. In the summer, these tiny creatures rise in a whirlwind from their limestone tunnel, devouring millions of mosquitoes each night. Tonight, these migratory critters are in Mexico.
Lotta food luv: the green chile cheeseburger at Alamo Springs Cafe.
