Head for the Hills
A grand old opry in Mason, a homestyle bakery in Llano, a cabin with a view of the Sabinal Canyon, and sixteen other things I love about the Hill Country.
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10. This drive isn’t a mere noun; it’s a full-blown active verb. The route I’ve dubbed the James River Loop begins tranquilly enough a mile or so south of Mason, rolling past grassy ranchland and a scattering of old farmsteads, but it becomes increasingly rambunctious as it wheels down a hillside to a scenic Llano River crossing. If the roads are soggy, the weak-of-heart and low-of-clearance might as well turn around here. As for the rest of you, why did you buy that strapping off-road monster if not to tear through gravelly red dirt and dip into rock-lined streambeds fringed with yuccas, forests of black persimmon, and stunted oaks? And then there’s the formidable crossing of the James River. It took half an hour for this middle-aged woman, traveling alone on a late afternoon in January, with temperatures near freezing and no cell phone reception, to decide to brave the shin-deep (or deeper?) water in her Lilliputian Japanese SUV. I’m glad I took the plunge, because I’d hate to have missed the towering creek-side cliff farther south, the battalions of deer patrolling the hills, and the stone farmhouses clustered around the tiny community of Hilda, which look like they’re made of gingersnaps and springerle. (Bat-season bonus: The Eckert James River Bat Cave Preserve is on this wild route. Open Thursday through Sunday from mid-May to mid-October; 325-347-5970.) From U.S. 87 just south of Mason, turn right on FM 1723 for 2.4 miles. Veer right on FM 2389 for 4.8 miles, crossing the Llano River, then turn right again on James River Road (follow the bat cave signs). Ford the James River about 8 miles farther south, then continue to Salt Branch Road. Turn left, and after about a mile, veer left again on Salt Branch Loop for 15 miles to FM 783. Turn left and continue north back to U.S. 87. A compass and a good county map wouldn’t hurt.
11. If the view of the Sabinal Canyon from the Foster Haus were a song, it would be one of those rousing overtures from a star-studded fifties western. One of two guest cabins on the 1,120-acre ranch, it perches on a secluded hillside among mountain laurel and Spanish oaks, where it can catch the breeze, the sunrise, and that jaw-dropping panorama. The compact log cabin is decorated with stuff from the barn: a saddle slung over the loft railing, a wooden scythe hung above the bed, and a row of chicken nesting boxes impersonating shelves in the kitchenette. Although it may be well-nigh impossible to tear yourself off of the porch, you do have access to a swimming hole in the Sabinal River, where springs gush from under rocks and cypress roots. Off FM 187, four miles south of Vanderpool; 830- 966-3498, fax 966-2263; texashillcountrymall.com/sabinalcanyongetaways; $85 for two, linens provided.
12. The service at the Welfare Café one lunch was friendly enough but mystifyingly slow, considering that I was the only customer at this 1916 general-store-turned-restaurant. But the tomato-garlic soup was so tasty and soul-warming on that drizzly afternoon, I quickly forgot about the wait. Anyway, it had given me time to contemplate the wide-ranging selection of imported beers, the German entrées, and the ambitious dinner specials, like a wild-mushroom-and-vegetable cassoulet; take a peek at the rambling outdoor patio; and imagine the cafe when it’s hopping on a balmy spring night. To get to the town of Welfare, take the Welfare exit off Interstate 10, seven miles north of Boerne; 830-537-3700.
13. Bet you never thought you’d see the words "Johnson City" and "poached salmon in champagne sauce" in the same sentence. Not to worry: The chic but comfortable Silver K Café, housed in a portion of the town’s old lumberyard, has plenty of Lone Star flavor. The ever-changing menu features some of LBJ’s favorite dishes, like corn pudding and buttermilk pie; local produce when possible; and Texas wines and beers. 209 E. Main, Johnson City; 830-868-2911; silverKcafe.com.
14. Approaching the Eagle Eye Observatory at Canyon of the Eagles during a star party is a bit like stumbling into a cult gathering, what with the dim red lights dotting the open field, the enthusiastic chatter about things like zodiacal bands and gegenschein coming from shadowy figures in the dark, and the beams of laser pointers flickering across the sky. But you soon realize that the devotees gathered here are too intelligent and friendly to belong to a cult (although things can turn ugly if you ignore party etiquette and blind somebody with a flashlight). Most of them do, however, belong to the Austin Astronomical Society, which hosts the monthly event. They share their impressive knowledge and their telescopes with anyone who wanders up, offering glimpses of Saturn and its rings, Jupiter and its moons, or the beautiful Orion Nebula. From U.S. 281 in Burnet, take Texas Highway 29 west for four miles, then turn right on Ranch Road 2341, which ends at the entrance to Canyon of the Eagles; 800-977-0081; schedule at austinastro.org or canyonoftheeagles.com. First Saturday of the month, weather permitting.
15. As a frustrated Central Texas gardener whose sole crop is bulletproof rosemary, I revere those who manage to coax abundant produce and flowers from this hardscrabble world of rock, ravenous varmints, droughts, and floods. One of the best places to worship such miracles is McCall Creek Farms Market, outside Blanco. The vast majority of the produce is grown right on the property. This means picked-that-day freshness—from bouquets of snapdragons in early spring to mid-summer’s tomato bonanza (more than a dozen varieties, from tiny currants to hefty Heat Waves) and butternut squash in the fall. And if you eat all your veggies, you’re allowed to indulge in the homemade pies, cobblers, and jams. On U.S. 281, 3.5 miles north of the only light in Blanco; 830-833-0442; mccallcreekfarms.com. Open Sat and Sun May through December.
16. The Balcones Canyonlands National Wildlife Refuge wasn’t established as your personal outdoor playground. That honor goes to the golden-cheeked warbler, the black-capped vireo, and other lucky Texas critters. But humans can enjoy at least a small chunk of this 19,000-acre patchwork preserve in the dramatic hills northwest of Austin. If you question the necessity of conservation, drive out to the refuge’s Doeskin Ranch through the suburban sprawl of North Austin. Then, with that vision burned in your brain, hike the ranch’s 2.2-mile Rim Rock Trail—past the clear waters of Doeskin Branch Creek, through native grasses so thick they trip you, and up to one of the highest elevations in the preserve for a warbler’s-eye view of the canyons. From the intersection of U.S. 183 and Mopac in Austin, take 183 north for about 10 miles to Cedar Park, turn left on FM 1431 for 26 miles, then right on FM 1174 for 5.5 miles; the entrance to the Doeskin Ranch Public Use Area will be on the right; 512-339-9432. Event and tour information at friendsofbalcones.org.
17. I was lured into Santos Taquería, in Mason, by the profusion of bougainvillea blossoms cascading down the stucco wall of its sunny patio. But you can’t eat bougainvillea (I don’t think). You can, however, gorge on Santos’ fajita gorditas, handmade on the premises and stuffed with cheese, grilled onions, and strips of poblano pepper, plus chicken, beef, or shrimp. Southeast corner of the square, Mason; 325-347-6140; santostaqueria.com.
18. I’ll never own a Hill Country ranch that’s been in the family for generations, but I can pretend I do at one of the outposts of Century Ranch Lodging. Luckily for landless dreamers like me, fifth-generation Texan Gene Hall Miller has gussied up three of the old houses on her two spreads and opened them to paying guests. I could choose to live out my Giant fantasies in a one-bedroom cabin or a spacious ranch house on the 2,600-acre Pecan Creek Ranch just north of Llano. But as long as I’m dreaming, I’ll pick the lodge at Dutch Mountain Ranch. Situated on 1,245 spectacular acres adjacent to Enchanted Rock State Natural Area, this ranch is a piece of the "league and a labor of land" (4,428 acres) awarded to Gene’s great-great-grandfather Matthew Moss for service in the Texas Revolution. I liked the remoteness of the lodge, a rambling three-bedroom house that has an attached one-bedroom cottage, both with lots of windows and easygoing decor. But it was the land itself that I fell in love with: spring-fed lakes and a winding stretch of the aptly named Sandy Creek, thickets of ancient elms, and rising from the grassy fields, enormous globs of granite that include a baby version of Enchanted Rock, complete with a view of its mom to the south. And guests have the run of it all, just as if they owned it. Century Ranch Lodging, 325-247-4074; centuryranchlodging.com. Dutch Mountain Lodge, $250 per night for up to four people, $25 each additional person, two-night minimum, all linens included.
19. One Friday night as I strolled High Street in Comfort’s historic district, I watched a foursome set up a card table in a parking space just down from the Ingenhuett Hardware Store and proceed to play dominoes. Were these descendants of the town’s Freethinking founders? Or were they thinking at all? I mean, it was so cold I don’t know why they bothered icing down their beer. But I understood their desire to be here. (Hey, I was out in the cold too.) Something about this part of town, considered one of Texas’ best-preserved nineteenth-century business districts, is irresistible. You’ll find more than one hundred pre-1910 buildings within strolling distance, like the former Comfort State Bank, with its stout granite pillars; the sweet Otto Brinkmann cottage, built in 1860 and a fine example of the limestone-and-timber construction technique called Fachwerk; and the handsome August Faltin Building, one of seven structures here designed by Alfred Giles. Considering the town’s wealth of antiques stores, you might even find a piece of history to take home with you. Comfort Chamber of Commerce, 830-995-3131; a detailed self-guided tour is included in Walking Hill Country Towns, by Diane Capito ($14.95).
Adapted from the April 2003 issue.
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