My wife and I just got back from a beautiful drive in the country. We'd not been to Wimberly in quite a while, and thought it would be a pleasant way to spend the afternoon. Wimberly is just off of a stretch of highway 32 that folks around here call "The Devil's Backbone", though whether that puts the town near the Devil's shoulderblade or, um, his right buttock, is unclear as I've never figured out which way the Devil himself is supposed to be facing.
The town is one of those places where, at some point in the 60s, "artistic" folk began to settle. There are several very nice galleries where very nice, and very expensive artwork is to be found. There are however several other places where it's clear that the people of artistic temperament out number those of artistic ability. One piece in particular looked as though they'd gotten half way through making a wooden armadillo, and decided to finish it off with the head of an elk.
Pulling out of town, as we headed up the road to the Devil's Backbone and home in Gruene, I say yet another of those signs telling me that I was entering the Edwards Aquifer Recharge Zone, but as with all signs of that type, I was not told what exactly I was to do with that information.
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