I even put on a pair of cowboy boots for the first time ever, and between the searing ankle stabbing and the eventual pain in the heel after wearing them all day, they were kind of comfortable. I imagine they were more painful when they were being broken in, but as they were passed to me from my Aunt Maryfran, I was spared the torture. Being the same shoe size as my aunt has paid off for years. Anyway, here they are: Justin boots, size 7.
The Salt Lick Pavilion was full of happy people sampling food from the many stations around the grounds. More than your average BBQ, it featured whole animals roasting over fires. Goat, pig, boar, lamb, and antelope were served as fancy bites, upscale tacos, or just on their own.
Inside the pavilion there was music and dancing to entertain guests while they tasted the many wine offerings from Texas Wine Country, Argentina, and Uruguay. And a little something sweet to cap off the already sweet day.
I’ll definitely go to this event again next year. It was a perfect day and there was no waiting in line for anything. Maybe next year I’ll pair my boots with some gaucho pants.