The girls and I had a little outing on Tuesday evening. We had a picnic at fisherman's Park and walked along the river trail which crosses under the bridge in Bastrop.
All was well until Cate got a lapful of chocolate frosty blown by a sudden gust of wind. The picnic was over at that point. Then it was straight to the playscape where Callie promptly pointed out the someone had written the 'F' word on the slide and why did they do that? Well, before any more interesting words were discovered, I suggested that we take a stroll down the riverside trail. Cate soon lost her flip flops and went barefoot, which was fine by me. I pointed out the trumpet vines, fragrant honeysuckle, and bamboo, as well as the giant pecan and cottonwood trees. Don't forget the poison ivy, oak and sumac! We played I spy with the brass markers on the trail. Final score: Scott 7 Callie 8.
We all complain about the congestion and the explosive growth in Bastrop, but just beneath the bridge that crosses the Colorado, you can still get a glimpse of Bastrop like she used to be.
