I took a little weekend solo adventure out to Austin during my most recent business trip to Texas. My boss lent me his 1997 white Jaguar for my 160-mile journey, and I managed to survive the bumpy, hot drive.
Each day my experience oscillated effortlessly between city, nature, heat, cool, solitude, and company. I made more friends on a whim than I had ever anticipated, and managed not to stroke out when I had to start up that convection oven on four wheels. While I’m satisfied with my ventures into local cafes, paddle boarding and swimming in Barton Springs, and hiking both streets and trails, I can’t help but wish I had more time to wander around and find even more of what makes Austin weird.