Camping in Fredericksburg

When we finally found the camp, a woman in a truck pulled up next to us and started giving us the third degree in the most polite of Texas ways. She was the owner and said she was in a hissy because one of her campers had just got arrested and she had to bail him out of jail. She was really freaking out. And she warned us something about the cops being nazi about drinking. But we had to go explore, of course. Before we went out to the bar in Luckenbach, we cooked dinner--boiled corn, green beans, and fried some Italian sausage. Only we had to do each separately because we only had one burner.