“Every spring, the Texas Hill Country turns into a sea of blue — and we had front-row seats with our Sierra 3800RK.”
There’s something about Texas in the springtime that feels like magic. For weeks, my girlfriend had been hinting that we needed to make a Hill Country run to see the bluebonnets. With three restless dogs underfoot and our Sierra itching to roll, we finally hitched up the F-250 and made the drive toward Fredericksburg.
The trip itself was a mix of peaceful stretches of highway and the occasional roadside stop so the dogs could stretch their legs. One of them insists on sitting with her paws on the console, as if she’s helping me drive, while the other two compete for window space. My girlfriend kept pointing out every patch of wildflowers, and by the time we got into the Hill Country, the fields looked like oceans of blue and purple.
We set up camp at Lady Bird Johnson Municipal Park, which offered big, shaded sites with full hookups. As soon as we leveled out and put the slides out, the dogs immediately sprawled out on the cool floor, happy to be “home” again. That’s the beauty of RV life — no matter where you park, you’re already comfortable.
Our days were spent exploring Main Street in Fredericksburg — from antique shops to bakeries selling peach cobbler that might be the best I’ve ever tasted. We even stopped at a local winery where the dogs were welcome to lounge under the table while we sampled Texas reds.
Evenings were simple but perfect: camp chairs under the awning, cold drinks in hand, and bluebonnet fields stretching beyond the horizon. My girlfriend joked that she took more photos in one weekend than she had in the past three months combined.
This trip reminded me that sometimes the best adventures don’t require crossing state lines or planning for weeks. Sometimes all you need is a tank of diesel, a willing co-pilot, three happy dogs, and the open road.
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