I so needed that.
Enchanted Rock is not exactly a backcountry wilderness area (there are showers at the campground, for goodness sakes), but as far as easy-to-reach-from-Austin, beautiful natural areas where there's lots of hiking and climbing and a cave go, it's pretty hard to beat. This was the perfect weekend to go, with blue skies in the day and big, bright stars at night. (It was so perfect, in fact, that we had our picture taken by the Fredricksburg tourist bureau for use in their promo materials. Guess we looked young and fresh. :) And I really needed to get out of the city this weekend, to sleep to the sounds of crickets and a creek rather than the air conditioner and my neighbors' dogs, and to spend some good time with friends new and old.
The only thing that would've made it better is if a burn ban weren't in effect. That made cooking and, you know, staying warm a bit of a challenge. We improvised with smores in what I'm not sure is not an even more ghetto way of cooking than that employed in the Best Campout Ever (although, as the Librarian reminds me, this is probably less ghetto in that it involved actual camping, which the BCE did not).As we headed out to Cooper's this afternoon with the sunroof down, great tunes playing, and a little sunburn, the Future Congressman and I agreed: this was pretty much a perfect day.