The old saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Well, the words never rang more true (slightly dramatic) when we (unofficially) said farewell to the lakehouse. (unofficial since it hasn't sold yet)
It was really a picture-perfect weekend at the lake. We enjoyed a quick boat ride shortly upon our arrival. This was followed by a delicious dinner of salmon, salad and beer bread. We toasted yet another glorious sunset with a bottle of prosecco. This was followed by star gazing and homemade strawberry shortcake...a perfect night.
The next day, we woke up early, went to church, grabbed coffee at the local Kingsland Coffee and jumped on the lake for some skiing. I'm not gonna lie. It had been a while since I took the skis out for a spin and I was worried I might be a bit rusty. I was pleasantly surprised to get up on the first go round and enjoy a nice leisurely ski...until my back started hurting and I let go. (knowing full well, at that point, how sore I was going to be the next day) Nevertheless, it was a great way to send the lake out in style and I was smiling from ear to ear the entire ride.
There may or may not have have been a music video (or 2) thrown in there along with multiple rounds of bananagrams, but I'll leave out the evidence for now. We took a few more pics out by the lake before we said goodbye and then headed straight to the Salt Lick. I had heard of this epic barbecue destination for years now, but never made it to the place to try it for myself. It was high time to sample the delights and suffice it to say, I was not disappointed. Not only did we get to eat awesome barbecue, but we also got to take advantage of Salt Lick Cellars: the winery on the property. It was by far the best experience I have had at a winery, thus far. Every single sip I tasted was delicious and unique. I give the winery 2 very enthusiastic thumbs up.
When they called our name, we were more than ready to dig in. We finished the last of our wine and headed into the main dining room to feast on smoked turkey, sausage, ribs, pulled pork, cole slaw, potato salad and bread. We devoured every last bit and I was full to the brim the entire drive home (yes, all the way to Dallas).
As I was driving through the familiar hills of Austin on my way back home, I shed a tear or two. The memories that have been made over the past few years are some of the dearest, most joyful times in my life. When I recall the impromptu dance parties, delicious meals cooked together in the kitchen, countless toasts, new experiences (wineries, concerts, restaurants, etc.), nights spent gazing at the stars, meaningful and intimate conversations where I am reminded of Christ and His love...they are priceless and worth far more than any possession. And so, I leave you with a little banangrams tribute (how very appropriate):