Jenn Dolari @dolari@driveinsaturday.org

I found the little Gay District next to San Antonio College and I'm so happy cause it means I can sit down somewhere and have dinner without worrying about anyone but TERFs. I'm leaving town on Sunday, but at least when I come back in April I have a safe place to go.

Apparently this place just opened: https://www.sacurrent.com/food-drink/new-lgbtq-bar-lets-be-honest-now-open-on-san-antonios-main-strip-32924975

Cooked tonight's Family Dinner!

Jambalaya!

Yes. More of this please.

Odd Branding, Volume 8439: Sanitary Tortilla

For those of you wanting to see the different Dairy Queen menu in Texas. I was craving pretzel breadsticks, but they didn't have them here. But they had steak fingers, so I didn't go away disappointed.

I hope that's readable....

Saturday's Texas Adventure Part Six. The final stops in Waring, Welfare and Boerne.

I'm so glad someone took the old gas station on the old highway in Boerne and did something with it. Looks like a cafe. I was always worried it'd be demolished

Missing my friends in the 90s...

Saturday's Texas Adventure Part Five

With a late start, the traffic jam at UTSA and the side trip through old Segovia I didn't get into Noxville until twilight, and Fredericksburg at sunset.

I talked about Fredericksburg on another post, and decided since it was night I'd just turn this into a night drive and put my night photo filter to the test.

Grabbed some pics of Grapetown and Bankersmith and the night setting led to some interesting photos. Around Mt Alamo, we kind of have the limits of how far the night photo mode could go.

I want to go through this door, but I know if I do, I'm going to be isekai'd into a wierd anime about the old Texas frontier.

You know what? I'm going in. Good chance of a gender swap in an anime...

Some art in Harper, TX.

The Secret Place was a small grassy area under large oaks next to a lake on the Devil's River. It was quiet You could only hear the wind, the birds and the water. It was isolated. It was private property, to be sure, but far enough away that unless you were visting the cemetery, no one would know you were there. And most of all isolated.

I'm revealing this place now cause I doubt I'll be coming back soon. Yes, there's the trans stuff going on in Texas, but honestly, I think more people knew about this place than me. WAAAY more No Tresspassing signs since I was here last. Probably got tired of my sitting out here thinking.

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Noxville was founded in the 1870s as essentialy a fort keeping the local setlers protected from ther native Comanche, Apaches an Kiowas. In the 1880s, a post office, store and school were created for the local ranching community, all of which still exist. The school is used for voting, the store and post office are now a private residence.

This is also the location of Jenn's "Secret Place." This was a place I would dissappear to when things were really bad and I needed (1) thinking time on the drive out here (about 2 hourw from Austin) (2) needed a calm cool place to relax for an hour more and (3) more thinking time on the drive home.

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Saturday's Texas Adventure, Part 4.

From Segovia, I went to Old Noxville. This is in a pretty remote part of the Texas Hill Country, being on a dirt road, off a rarely traveled farm road, off a rarely traveled US highway, off the freeway. It's as isolated as it gets in the Hill Country

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Saturday's Texas Adventure, Part 3.

From the apartments, I saw some of the Locke Hill stuff I posted yesterday, and headed to UTSA.

My college years were a wierd time. I was both incredibly happy and incredible sad. I really didn't think about why I felt this way until recently. My transgender "crisis" was looming for the two years I was at UTSA, ending in a very not good way that I'll avoid talking about cause Facebook has triggers about that sort of thing.

But at the same time, for the first time, my best friends were all in the same spot. Amy was going to UTSA, Steph was going to UTSA (I may be misremembering - my memory is not the most reliable for these days)...maybe Umber as well?. Eventually Hattie was going to UTSA. Everyone was RIGHT THERE. And that made me happy in a very very very ugly time.

I miss those days while at the same time, I don't.

I ended up getting stuck in traffic TWICE getting out of UTSA, resulting in me burning almost an HOUR trying to get to my next desitination. Realizing that I was going to go pretty far, I decided to skip doing anymore local stuff and instead book it to my FARTHEST destination, almost two hours away.

It was about 5PM when I got to a turn off I wanted to explore while I was here - the old road between Junction and Mountain Home. I'd seen it on an old map from the 1930s and had never been there before. And since it was on the way, I took it.

I did not expect to stumble on a ghost town.

Segovia was not ever big to begin with, being pretty much ten people at it's largest at the end of the 1930s. It hosted some vacation getaways being on the main road to Junction, but outside of that and a grocery store, wasn't much.

I'd always thought that the old decrepit buildings just off the freeway were old Segovia. But I didn't realize that the old road I was on was the highway at the time, and that the real Segovia was hiding back there.

There's not much left, just the old grocery store, but it's stonework is farily well preserved. You can clearly read that it's the Post Office, and if you look carefully, you can see that it's also the grocery store.

I'm sorry Google Maps, but I don't think this road is rated for 60 MPH. Although Texas speed limits are nuts, so...