The Road to AggieCon – Part 2
We departed from San Antonio early and set out across the vast State of Texas, with College Station as our goal. We made pit stops as often as necessary, had barbecue (chopped brisket on a bun, with pickles an onions), kolaches (which are better when made by actual Czechs), and Cokes.
Everything went fairly smoothly until we hit Brenham, at which point our driver shrieked “ICE CREAM!” and veered across traffic and through a bluebonnet patch, narrowly avoiding the grille of an eighteen-wheeler, so as not to miss the exit for the Blue Bell Creamery. (In all honesty, I would have done exactly the same thing, had I been driving.) We didn’t really have time for the full tour, but we did peruse their country store and indulge in ice cream and photos in front of their vintage delivery truck. I had buttered pecan, the driver had mocha chocolate heart-attack something-or-other, and the Minion had chocolate mint. We departed with our sweet teeth satisfied.
Making like tourists, we also pulled off at a roadside bluebonnet patch to go sit amid the flowers and the fire ants for more photo opportunities.
Again, everything went fairly smoothly until we hit Washington, or thereabouts, and again veered across traffic (avoiding any bluebonnets or large trucks, this time) so as not to miss the exit for the Washington-on-the-Brazos state park. It’s a pretty awesome park. Washington-on-the-Brazos was the site where the Texas Declaration of Independence was signed on March 2, 1836. They’ve erected a couple of museums and a living history farm there, modeled after the home of Dr Anson Jones the last president of the Republic of Texas. We photographed all the things, walked all over everything, and admired the chickens and turkeys.
We arrived in College Station somewhat later than we had anticipated, having made the three-hour trip in about nine hours. After that, it was unloading and arranging, and finally an O’Bannon’s run with friends I hadn’t seen in two years. (I am myself an Aggie – the loudest and proudest member of the fightin’ Texas Aggie class of 2011. Whoop!)
