Pancreas Groan (not just the name of rock band).

Once the dehydration was abated we had to find a place to stay.  Although we love teardrop trailers and interesting old boats, that is not why these pictures are here.

These pics are here because we stopped at Burnet to find a room for the night.  Debra was frantic on hotwire and with various coupon codes.  We even setup a hotspot and broke out the iPad (btw, I have been told; "iPad is awesome") in an desperate attempt to book a 2.5-3 star room with at least 75% positive ratings for less than $80.  No way.  Later we would learn the reason why.  It seems this was the weekend for the top-fuel, drag-boat races in Marble Falls.  Everything was sold out and rooms in Marble Falls that would normally be ~$120/night without discounts, were now going for $200+.  While Debra was hard at work, she noted that my verbal help was not effective.  She then suggested I step out into the rain and 'go look at those trailers'.  I did.

We, I mean Debra; located a room in Llano.  We headed off that way and found an old-school Motel with a pool half the size we half in the back yard, with at least 15 kids playing marco-polo and a couple of dozen adults meeting their vaping needs.  By this time there was no doubt; we were hungry.  After Debra got the low-down from the desk clerk the only safe option was Cooper's just down the street.  It is noted as a BBQ place.  That is not really true.  It is more of a meatery.  I got a one pound ribeye, and Debra got an inch and a half thick pork chop, plus we split some house made jalapeno sasuage.  It was wonderful and a terrific balm to my growling stomach.  The steak was tender with a hint of 'bite'.  It seemed to be dry aged, when cut at medium rare there was no concern that a vet should be summoned.  The chops were very, very moist.  Almost like they had been brined and sous-vide.  The young man that handled our food was outstanding.  Serious, competent and professional.  A great experience and wonderful quality.

Most important, they won two thumbs up from Debra!

 We then slipped down town. There was a local access station out of Austin playing 50s/60s windows down, cruising songs.  It was wonderful.  

I know looks like I blocked traffic and took the pic from the roadway.
In reality, I just wrapped the neckstrap around my arm and hung the Nikon out he window.

Cool air and great music.  I got out and was walking around shooting some arty/tarty pictures.  

It seems that when you town is know for hunting, seasonal decorations never need be removed.

 Debra noticed the lyrics to one of the songs; Smiley Lewis One Night Of Sin.

How quant it must seem for young people to hear a pop song that regrets sin...  While I was out I talked to these folks to get their thought on local points of interest and they told me about the 'swinging bridge' just North of Llano.  

Debra loved the idea.  Me, not so much.  Anyway, now that the light was fading I was enthaled in getting some long exposure pics of the water.

Back to the Motel.  Great news, the marco-polo game is still going strong.  None of the adults have moved except for vaping refills and there are two new Harley's parked next to our room. Score!