WHO WOOD-AH THOUGHT??

Two yrs running and we've visited Cut-n-Shoot, Tex. (Note photos).
As the story goes, back in the 1800's the berg was five bars, a store with a post office & the Sheriff's Office/Court & Jail. The Sheriff was the judge, and owner of the most bustling bar/pool hall. If'n you ran afoul of him he'd lock you up, try you and maybe hang you. Cutting and shooting were his pet peeves, which he made known at every turn, earning him the name Cut 'n Shoot Harry, which morphed into Cut 'n Shoot, Texas.
With Ann and I liking woods more than cities, we mapped out a trek from last nights Cleveland, Tex. Pk., North, around of both Houston and San Antonio & through the rolling hills with tan, dry grass, cedars and live oaks where we got a taste of this region's underbelly. Clean little towns with pickups parked at an angle out in front of the hardware store, the barber shop, a cafe and misc. other establishments similar to what they were during many, many years gone by.
Taking these back roads comes with a price, twisting and turning, merging, over-shooting and turning around, etc but with Ann's superb navigational skills and equipment we made it to Guadalupe River State Pk. this evening. Words won't do it justice so we'll put together some photos & shoot them out on the blog manana.
Later......