Get Lost on Purpose

Don’t tell anyone…but sometimes…this old gal…

Gets lost on purpose...

Toodling around town…a road will appear…that we have not travelled…let’s take this road…driver me says…to see where it leads…honey…my Mr. sighs…we’ll get lost…probably…is the response… but we'll just keep going…until we see something…familiar…

And so it was…as we wove a side road…past the water plant…a park…a cocktail bar…a housing unit…tubing ranch…a wooded area…

And then one of us sees it…a hill that's recognized…leading up…a back way…into the historic town of Gruene…

Yummy food…cute shops…quaint water tower…and the Gruene Dance Hall…where George Strait got his start…

It was an excursion that paid off…a leisurely stroll…an ice cream from the General Store…

And the comfort in knowing…that sometimes NOT knowing where you are headed…can end in an unexpected but delightful destination…
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And this husband of mine…agrees.