Just when I was thinking that life in Wimberley couldn't get much better, along comes this -- our new hike & bike trail! It begins not too far from my house, running along the bypass between RR12 and 3237, then it turns towards town. Once complete, it will take you all the way to the Blue Hole, which is undergoing some big transformations as well.
It seems our little village has got hold of some state and/or federal funds, which are going towards turning the Blue Hole into a regional park, complete with gate/bath house, community pavilion, trails and overlooks, amphitheater, soccer fields, basketball court, volleyball court, bathrooms, gardens and more. It's all part of the Mayor's plan to make Wimberley "the fittest little town in Texas" -- a fairly daunting task, considering how Texas usually ranks on any kind of fitness poll. It got me to thinkin' though. I'm thinkin', if our city government can come together to accomplish something of this magnitude, why can't we figure out how to handle our water and sewage problems?
Just this week yet another huge development, with plans for yet another huge water-sucking golf course, was given the green light -- despite the vehement protests of the hoardes who showed up to lobby against it. You have to wonder, who's in whose pocket? And what good will this wonderful park project be, once overdevelopment causes Jacobs Well to quit flowing altogether, as it did temporarily, for the first time ever, during our last dry spell. Jacob's Well is the source for all that is good in the Wimberley Valley. Without it there is no Cypress Creek, and without that creek, there is no Blue Hole.
All the more reason, I suppose, to make the most of all this while we still can, which is why John and I decided to take advantage of the absolutely gorgeous weather we've had this week, to do a little 'splorin! With the clear blue skies, crisp temps in the upper 60's, the smell of freshly trimmed cedar all along the pathway, and glimpses of rolling hills between the treetops, I found myself traveling back through that wormhole that often takes me straight to my youthful summers in Creede, Colorado -- which led me, once again, to say "It just doesn't get any better 'n this!"
|The end, for now, until they complete all the work in the park.|