It was worth it. Every blister, bruise and stiff muscle. The dry eyes and runny nose. The Texas Hill country took me by surprise, and it’ll never leave my memory. We had been enduring the drab landscape of West Texas for far too long. As if the gates had opened before us, we rolled into a whirling paradise hiding amidst a dusty hell. Like Dorothy, we skipped down the golden road laid between emerald greens all the way to Austin. Without the help of Butler Map’s certified G1, G2 and G3 routes we would have continued a moderately uneventful trek on Interstate 20 through an increasingly beautiful area for which we wouldn’t quite be able to appreciate. I assume. Because we followed the Pied Piper like hopeful doe-eyed youths, we were fortunate enough to find Lago Vista. It was the final passage in a 112-mile series of windy, graded roads with epic views carved through game preserves, huge private properties and between the fingers of a massive lake like a rollercoaster at an amusement park. And I was quite amused. We relaxed our speed from 80 to 30 absorbing the experience, the fresh scent, the mist from the water giving off an impression like the ocean, and the silence. It was another one of those moments that forced me to reflect. If this “trip” were to be deemed an “adventure,” it would need a lesson, and in the end, a message to enlighten me.