You can’t get much more Texas than horseback riding past longhorn cattle and sheep. Now, let me preface that I haven’t been on a horse since I was 12…and this was more of a lumbering waddle than a graceful gallop full-speed through the Texas hills. Think more along the lines of City Slickers, before Billy Crystal helps birth a calf and suddenly becomes a cowboy.
Even so, still pretty cool. I loped along atop my horse, Spirit, who didn’t seem to realize that there was someone on top of him and liked to cut it close trotting under low-hanging branches. But this didn’t take away from the starkly beautiful views. Rocky hills with serengeti-like trees, dried up river beds and of course, the random livestock sightings.
Cut to the evening. Supper’s on.
Escaping the ranch’s oasis-type feel, we headed into Kerrville for a little local Texas culture: Mamacita’s, a Disney-esque restaurant with a giant Alamo replica in the dining room, complete with Mexican storefronts and a twinkling starry sky. Kitschy? Maybe. Delicious? Definitely. Our group wolfed down blackened snapper, shrimp fajitas, carnitas, chimichangas and goblet-sized servings of margaritas. And for dessert? the restaurant has its own ice cream parlor in one of the faux storefronts.
So maybe it wasn’t the roadside taco hut I was anticipating, but after a few Negro Modelos and a hearty portion of chips and salsa, I was ready to recommend it to anyone who was hungry.