I rarely remember my dreams but that night I dreamt something about “a place” (don’t remember what kind) closing and how everyone who went there was so unhappy about it. I started to wake up and the first thing that popped into my head was, “I feel bad for them but I’m glad that’s not happening to the Adventurers Club.”

And then I woke up completely. And remembered.


But we were on vacation and I had to make the best of it. As I learned in the past, no matter how shitty the situation, “life goes on.” So I jumped out of bed and started my day.

The B&B was sold out and the breakfast spread was AMAZING. Another egg quiche main course, and bacon and sausage and hash browns and pastries and some sort of bread pudding made out of Twinkies and a chocolate-and-peanut-butter torte sort of thing and the list goes on and on. And it was all fabulous. No wonder why they sell a cookbook (I didn’t buy it…you could tell that all the ingredients weren’t the best for you…but MAN, was the food GOOD!). We were able to invite Steve to have breakfast with us, so he could take part in what they had to offer, too.

We had a variety of plans for today, all based on how much time we had. But it was definitely going to be something of a quieter, no-stress day. Steve decided to go out on his own, so it was just the 2 of us after breakfast.

First on the list was tubing (or as many people there spelled it, “toobing”) on the Guadalupe River. Lloyd had recommended Rockin’ R River Rides, which was less than a 5-minute drive away, just around the bend from the B&B.

ABOVE: Rockin’ R River Rides building. BELOW: view of the launch

We paid for our tubes (toobs?), put our stuff in the car and went to the riverbank to start tubing. It was fun…for a while. The river was relatively wide where we went in, so the water moved very slowly. It sped up here and there, and even had some minor rapids to deal with but we had paid for 2 hours and although it was a very pretty, quiet ride, it was a very L-O-N-G two hours. The worrying about not hitting rocks or tree branches or roots, on top of the occasional bee, didn’t help matters, either.

We were amazed that people camped out on the river’s edge and tubed all weekend long…didn’t they get bored? THEN we got it…we saw a lot of people renting a tube for their coolers full of beer…the beer must be what made it bearable. Not that it was an awful two hours (well, I didn’t think so…Joe might disagree), but not being the type of people who are going to get drunk while tubing in order to fully appreciate the experience, I don’t think we’ll be doing that again any time soon.

We went back to the B&B after our tubing excursion, showered and hit the road again, this time in search of what is considered to be the oldest bakery in Texas.

Naegelin’s Bakery opened in 1868 and is the oldest continuously operating bakery in the state. Jennifer had been there last year and said it was really good. And if that wasn’t reason enough to make us want to go, it was a German-style bakery…I grew up with Italian bakeries and German bakeries. Orlando has NO German bakeries. Or Italian ones, for that matter. They have Latino bakeries and Publix. That’s it. And although I suppose they’re adequate, they’re not particularly good, either. Actually, I’ve heard of one place on the east side of town that’s supposed to be good but I live on the west side of town…so it doesn’t count (wink). So anyway, we went to Naegelin’s and yeah, it was really, really good. I even drank a container of milk with it and didn’t die (for me, that’s amazing…I detest plain milk and will not drink it). And nope Jen, I didn’t get any of the Bakery Nazi Ladies…I got one of the younger, ones who was as sweet as pie. Speaking of sweet, I got a maple covered cinnamon bun. Yeah so, if you’re ever in New Braunfels, I highly recommend visiting Naegelin’s.

After our snack, we decided to hit the local winery. Because we could. It was mainly for our own amusement because we’ve been to wineries in other places where you wouldn’t expect to see them growing grapes, like Hawaii and Clermont, and, as the old saying goes, “just because you CAN grow grapes there, it doesn’t mean you SHOULD.” I’ve tasted Hawaiian Hibiscus wine and no truer words were ever spoken…couldn’t even use that one for cooking, it was so bad. So off we went on the 30-minute trip to the Dry Comal Creek vinyards and winery.

Above & Below: views of the winery

Joe’s shirt almost matches our rental car (grin)

The few grape vines they actually grow on the property

We tasted all 10 of the wines they offered and lo and behold, it wasn’t that bad! See, the guys that own Dry Comak Creek, they’re smart. They realize that they can’t grow good grapes on their rocky property. So, except for a few dozen vines that, for all I know, might just be for show, they buy all their juice from other wineries who CAN grow grapes well, and then DCC does the rest of the work of fermenting, mixing varietals, etc. We wound buying half a case worth of bottles and went on our merry way.

It was beginning to get late so we agreed to start heading back to the B&B. We decided to take a different route “home” than how we got to the winery, using “River Rd.”, whose claim to fame (if you want to call it a claim to fame. Or if a road can even HAVE a claim to fame) was that it crossed the Guadalupe River 4 times. I took some video of the oh-so-exciting trip…enjoy!

We had enough time to take a short nap when we got back and it was a delicious one. After waking up and getting ready, we went to our favorite restaurant in New Braunfels and Gruene, Huisache Grill.

We had discovered Huisache Grill in 2006, during our first trip to Schlitterbahn. It was rated Number One in TripAdvisor, proved to be “our kind of place”, and we’ve made it our business to go back every time. Apparently many other people feel the same way, because they’ve added an expansion to the restaurant since the last time we were there.

The one thing we forgot to do was to make a reservation to eat, as we were going on a Saturday night. By the time we got to the restaurant, they had so many people waiting that they actually had run out of beepers. As it turned out, the problem wasn’t so much huge crowds, but several large parties who were done eating but still not leaving. We had no qualms about waiting though, so Joe got us glasses of wine and we sat in the cool evening breeze until they had a table for us. It took about 75 minutes.

The food and service was as awesome as ever and, except for wondering if the party of 6 who held hands and “thanked the lord” before they ate had any idea that the server they shared with us practically needed a fire extinguisher for flaming so much, it was a very downplayed and relaxing meal, just as a “last vacation dinner” should be.