A 2/3 replica of Stonehenge exists a mere two hours outside of Austin. Yet, the first structure to greet our adventurous Meetup group was a Moai.
We’d all piled into the organizer’s Honda Fit and rode comfortably to the location. For a group of strangers, we gelled quite well politically, which was good because the car was packed and there wouldn’t have been anywhere to hide!
Hard to believe that the real Stonehenge is 1/3 bigger than this replica since, at least in my mind, they tower like mountains in all the pictures I’ve seen. I would’ve loved to have heard more about the speculated use of Stonehenge on a guided tour at this scaled down version.
Our organizer, a Texas history buff, kept us well entertained on the drive there and back, but we all scattered to explore the destination grounds individually.
Besides arithmetic, I love algebra and geometry. The aesthetically and mathematically arranged stones, together with their shape, made this such a peaceful place to visit.
I imagined attending a spoken word/storytelling event in that beautiful space.
Even the Moai inspired me to ponder dialogue I’d write for them.
The outdoor theatre surprised me. I’d seen the indoor theatre on my way to the bathroom, but that outdoor one took advantage of the beautiful surroundings.
As much as this creative compound offered, an art gallery and a facility for workshops and classes shared the space.
Not only was the ladle tree shiny, but it moved in two directions, which looked fascinating when it got going.
I didn’t see a description for this woman, but I felt she projected melancholy, given the lack of rain.
Sight on seen, I liked the blue wine bottles since I’m a red-wine wino, myself! Then I read the description.
I’d never heard of this Congolese tradition of trapping evil spirits near graveyards into bottles.
I had actually expected to eat lunch before we’d visited the site; so I was too ready for this restaurant! I should’ve heeded the banner advertising “Puffy Tacos.” I ordered the sampler plate, which included one mouth-watering puffy taco, but honestly, everything was delicious, including the margarita and lively conversation.
Apparently, I’d obsessed about food and hunger too much to notice the model car collection at the register near the front door. We rode into the sunset, heading back to Austin. That day trip was just what the doctor ordered as far as mitigating my February blues.