Adventure 76: Potter's Creek Park/Canyon Lake, TX/Post B

BLM Campground. Nice!

After breakfast and a game (Judy won twice today to take the lead 3-2), we hopped on the bike and toured the neighborhood. Scads of people live around the lake. Some of the places are run down single wides, some places are manufactured homes, a few are built on stilts, and several are solid rock  vacation homes. We toured just one portion of the lake side, but every hill, hollow, and creek bed is populated. Tonight, we spent what will probably be our last moments (At least this time) in New Braunfels. The local churches put on a program to put Christ back in Christmas by arranging a two hour musical featuring nicely arranged Christmas carols sung by the various church choirs. There was even a Bell Choir of little kids called the Quarter Notes. It was fun, and we got to see New Braunfels under the lights. Most of the day, I spent writing this year's Christmas message. I've been thinking about the characters in the Christmas story. The inn keeper spoke volumes, "No room!" The wise men sought knowledge and truth (I've always been sort of like them, although maybe less than wise); the shepherds (Outcasts mostly) were invited in by the angels; Herod (The outgoing power) was so scared, he ordered all the first borns killed in an attempt to get at Jesus; Mary, of course, gave birth; Jesus, of course, fulfilled prophesy (It's interesting to realize that he was helpless as a baby and also helpless crucified upon the cross. If that's not a metaphor for man's condition, I don't know what is); finally, there is Joseph, whose role was to trust and obey. When he named Jesus, he claimed responsibility as earthly father. No small feat considering the story Mary was asking him to believe. My Christmas prayer this year is to be more like Joseph, less like the wise men, and certainly not like the inn keeper. As a result I can expect life to be good, especially today.

 Maybe the best the Texas hills can look.

 My favorite: a deck built just for BBQing in the shade of live oak trees. Not near the lake; no houses nearby. You gotta love it.

 Look at the grin on that wily cager.

 This Hobie must be a grass sailor; it's more than a mile to the lake.

 Smoke BBQ, fire ring, and live oaks all for $12.00/night.

 The central square in New Braunfels, all decked out for Christmas.

 A festive tree in the lobby of the Faust Hotel, a grand old dame on the historical register. 

We were just two of nearly two thousand audience members  who sang along while the soldier guarded our right to do so.