I’ve been wanting to revisit Enchanted Rock for years now, but there’s never been quite enough time around the holidays to make the two and a half hour trek—until this year. And as luck would have it, after several beautiful days in Austin, on the appointed Enchanted Rock day, it rained. A lot. I was about to throw in the towel, but Dad and Stephanie said “Why not?” so we hopped in the car and started heading west.
We arrived around 11. Stephanie figured we were just going to look at the rock. Dad was like “Naw, I’ve got ponchos!” And sure enough, he unearthed two ponchos from the trunk. Stephanie was skeptical. I was worried it would be slippery. We started up the granite dome and discovered we had enough traction. Stephanie’s reaction: “Typical boys…”
It’s not a hard hike, but it’s not easy with a sheet of water running down the surface. Amazingly we weren’t the only ones on the rock that day, but when we got to the top, we had it all to ourselves. After a quick photo of the three of us huddled together, we carefully waddled back down with visions of the warm lunch in Fredericksburg that awaited us.