On the advice of my friend Brent I stopped at the Zedler Mill one day between San Antonio and Houston. What a find! Series can be found here. Being a fan of the rustic, I went nuts, crossing a creek and climbing around on the property in spite of the fact that I had dress clothes on. Fortunately this took place a few months before they decided to gussy it up for tourists.
Thanks Brent! My childhood certainly would have been more boring without your friendship, and this time it extended well into adulthood also.
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