“Look, peaches!” Geoffrey yelled from the backseat, pointing at a roadside produce stand. We were just a few miles outside of Fredericksburg.
“Let’s stop and get some,” Karl replied. “It’ll be a great way to start our trip.”
We pulled over and bought a small basket of peaches. They were warm from the sun, and juice dribbled down our chins as we bit into them. A little messy? Sure! But Karl was right—they were a great way to start our time in Fredericksburg.
After we checked into our hotel, we walked to Main Street for an early supper at The Auslånder Restaurant and Biergarten. Karl, named for his Bavarian great-grandfather, was especially taken with the classic German cabbage rolls.
“Mrs. Griffiths, from fourth grade? She grew up here,” Geoffrey announced, cutting into a smoked pork chop. “Her grandparents spoke German.”
“Yes! Language experts call it ‘Texas German,’” Karl replied. “It’s mostly older Fredericksburg natives who speak it now, but linguists are working to preserve it.”
After dinner, we drove out to The Old Tunnel State Park. It's open year round, but from May to October visitors can see the park’s large Mexican freetail bat population leave their home in the evening. Watching them rise together in a giant spiral—spinning and churning in the twilight with their tiny wings flapping—Fran clapped gleefully. Nearby, Vanessa filmed the scene on her iPhone. Sure enough, the video popped up on her Facebook page later with two words: "Just wow."