Let it rain, let it rain...

Wow can it rain. It has been a long time since I moved from Kansas and was part of a rain storm like we got into today. We had planned for a casual drive from San Antonio to Fredericksburg, the beginning point of our trek in Texas Hill Country.

First the forecast - 90% chance of thunderstorms.
Then the warning - expect severe thunderstorms.
Followed by - possibility of flash floods.
And finally - flood warning for the Pednales River.

And then, 3.28 inches of rain in less then 24 hours. Whoa baby! Thunder, lightening, rain, rain, rain, and closed roads due to runoff.

First we head to Boerne (pronounced Bernie). Once we got there our rental car which had been sounding like a dying washing machine, started sputtering with dash lights on. So just for exercise, we head back to San Antonio to swap cars. Now back towards Fredericksburg.

By the time we re-arrive at Boene, we are getting hungry. The trusty Fodors book says we much go the the OST diner in Bandera. So off we head.

Well on occasion we have discovered that the yardstick used by Fodors is different than the yardstick we might use. This wasn't a yardstick, it was a mile marker difference.

Our trip to Fredericksburg included a side trip to the LBJ Ranch and the Texas White House. On our way there the rain really started to pour. To stay dry we took a bus tour which became the last tour of the day because it had to go across the river which was about to flash flood. Just keeping things exciting.

Attached are some pictures of our adventure. Click here to see them. Note particularly the spillway on the LBJ Ranch that Johnson used to drive across (not today he wouldn't), also the flood guage on a countryside road (one foot over flood stage), and the picture that shows the total height of the water on the Pednales River before it receded.