JANUARY 20, 2014
A TOWN WHERE TIME STANDS STILL. If you enjoy going to the theater on Saturday night, don’t expect to make it happen in Camp Wood, Texas. About the best you can do is visit a biker-friendly bar called Harley’s Hideaway for some beers before having dinner at Two Fat Boys Barbecue. Or you can shoot some pool, throw darts or even do a bit of dancin’ at the Boots and Buckles Club. Only about 600 folks call this little hill country town home. It’s rural, back country Americana. Just the kind of place I’m always looking for as we travel.
GETTING THERE. “Hey Pat,” I asked our neighbor at Buckhorn a few days ago, “what’s a good road trip to take on a sunny day around here?” Pat’s got a Harley. He’s lived in his casita here for years. I figured he’d point me in the right direction. He did. “Take the road from Kerrville to Medina and then drive along Ranch Road 337 through Vanderpool and Leakey to Camp Wood. It’s a great drive…takes you through some beautiful back country. You’ll see some huge ranches and even some exotic animals in the fields.” Turns out that Ranch Road 337 was voted “best road to ride” by readers of some motorcycle magazine. Since we don’t have a motorcycle but still wanted to see some real back country, we decided to drive it with our Jeep. Loved it! None of the bikers we met along the way seemed to mind sharing the road with us at all.
THE DRIVE. The drive is not for the faint of heart. The road follows canyons and climbs over mountains with more tight, twisty curves than a pretzel. Sharp turns, hills and scenic views abound. Bikers wave or nod as they pass. There’s a little roadside store here and there along the route…some dusty canned goods, chewing tobacco, cold beer and a few other “necessities.” A chest freezer that needs defrosting holds some old ice cream sandwiches. Maybe a gas pump out front. A scruffy-looking dog sleeps on the porch. Time slows to a crawl. Nobody’s in a hurry. Everyone chats about nothin’ much.
DON’T BE FOOLED. But don’t be fooled. There’s a subtle affluence not far removed from the road. Make no mistake about it. Many of the ranches are huge…thousands of acres. Pecan trees line the roads and partially obscure huge herds of longhorn cattle. Exotic animals dot some of the fields…at home here in the hill country but still keenly aware of me as I stop to take a photo. Ears “at the alert.” Ready to bolt if I make a loud noise or slam the car door. Wild game processing and taxidermy shops remind me that many of these animals aren’t pets. Hunters pay big trophy fees. There’s “big money” just removed from obvious view out here.
THE LONG ROAD HOME…
JOIN US NEXT TIME, AS OUR ADVENTURE CONTINUES.
The road trip to Camp Wood gave us a glimpse of true rural America and the folks who live there. Next time we’ll drive to Bandera…the Cowboy Capital of the World. Be sure to join us for that trip, won’t you?