Enchanted Rock

... a huge, pink granite dome brought out the Indian spirit in our tribe. Cyrus used his "claws" to climb up about 45 of the 450 foot incline and insisted on "hold you" for the additional 405 feet. Ella, our pony girl effortlessly scrambled up the rock and huffed at my calls to "wait for us!" At the top we enjoyed the Central Texas Hill Country view and waded in the shallow pools until Cy's rock and water play threatened our good mood. On the way home I resisted the urge to stop in Fredericksburg for a pint at one of the many enticing biergartens. The sunburn and sore muscles feel good this morning. I'm so grateful for this precious time with the youngins.