Adamsville, TX

     Since there wasn't much to see in Izoro (at least, not from where I was; I didn't drive around the roads there) I decided it was high time to head back home. Maybe get some lunch. I meandered down FM 1690 (or is it RM?) and zoomed past a sign pointing to Adamsville. I remembered that there's a building in Adamsville with a plaque stuck on it, sighed in resignation, did a quick turn around, and headed up FM 581. Then I cheered up a bit because I wouldn't have to try and convince the navicomp lady that there is, indeed, an Adamsville.

It's right there

     It didn't take long to get there and when I got to the intersection I had to stop. There was a stop sign. But I would have stopped anyway because it wasn't what I was expecting. In front of me were a few buildings, three old pick-up trucks, and a lot of antique knick-knacks belonging to the Down Unda Trading Post. I then realized that there was actually another car behind me so I drove across the street and parked.
     The first thing I did was to walk past all the antiques and find the building that had the plaque in front of it.

Twice monthly fiddling jam sessions 

Bluegrass Played Here

     Then I went to see about the Down Unda Trading Post. The signs  outside promised genuine Australian meat pies and, by God, I was going to have one. I opened the door and was greeted by a very Australian sounding 'hello' and that's always a good sign.

Down Unda Trading Post

     The meat pies were excellent and I'm very glad I stopped in to have lunch. The inside has more knick-knacks and antiques. And a giant Terminator statue. And the walls are covered with writing from other visitors that have stopped. The proprietor is very nice and welcoming, as is her partner who, I believe, also fixes up the vehicles.

     If you ever happen to be going up US 281, stop and have a go at one of those pies.

Slightly more photos [HERE]

Walburg, TX

     There are times in a new relationship where you begin to realize that things might get a little rocky. That's fine, you know. Every relationship needs to have a little give and take here and there. It can be rough, though, when the other party just won't listen to reason.
     The trip to Walburg, for instance, was when I realized that I and my new GPS weren't going to see eye-to-eye on things. Like, for example, the existence of Walburg, TX. I knew it existed. It's on Google Maps. There are signs that point to it. There's a restaurant there called The Walburg Restaurant. There's even been UFO sightings near there. My GPS, however, refused to believe me so I was forced to somewhat manually navigate.
     After I returned from The Grove, my friend wanted to go to lunch. I needed an excuse to go to Walburg. Going to the Walburg Restaurant seemed like a good idea. I picked her up and, after fighting with the Red Head's GPS, we mosied on up there.

It. Is. On. The Map!

     Walburg is on FM 972 in the upper reaches of Georgetown and established sometime between 1881 and 1886. It was originally named Concordia. It's a pleasant place and isn't deserted. There are a number of buildings and houses, I think. There's actually two places to eat but I haven't had a chance to try Dale's Essenhaus. Yet.

Home to a contraption

     Like most small towns, it just runs down the main street. Had it gotten bigger it would have grown to take up more streets. Probably. I'm not an expert in the life cycle of a city.

     I don't write about the roads to get to these places as much as I'd like. I think I'm going to have to break down and buy a GoPro or something and mount it to the car so I can go back and review. Most of these roads are generally straight but with some wicked 90 degree turns. They're paved, for the most part. You may think I'm being facetious but I'm not; there are many roads that are still not paved. Especially (possibly only) county roads.

Stuff  you see on the back roads

I recommend stopping in and eating here

     The Walburg Restaurant, by the way, is pretty good. A lot of German food. They even have a biergarten in the back, which the social side of me would love to go to for an evening and see a bunch of people having fun. My friend assures me, though, that there'd be five people back there. They also have an arcade which I would say would be for the kids to enjoy while the parents were getting plastered, but I'd totally go in there.

What arcades in the 1800s looked like

I don't think it's a delivery truck

Additional photos are [here]