With all due respect to the late Lady Bird Johnson and her family, I prefer to call it the Colorado River. Just like I prefer to call it First Street instead of Cesar Chavez. I don’t understand why people feel the need to change the name of something. Why not just do something new?
Because I’ve been near/to/in/around/the groom in one. I’d be standing up there, sweating in my stiff white collar, looking out across chlorinated water at perfectly-mown zoysiagrass. So close to the cool of the pool or the sublime goodness of playing a few twilight holes at Cordillera Ranch. That’s the first tee there.
This morning out at Grey Rock.
Here’s another hole (the sixth) on the new nine at Comanche Trace.
…bentgrass, that is. A blend of Crenshaw and L-93. That’s what’s on all the greens at Comanche Trace. This guy was the 5th green of the new nine. Not sure what kind, but only about eight inches long, and obviously non-venomous.
The back patio of one of the homes in Tuscan Village at Comanche Trace in Kerrville, Texas.
This is the eighth green, looking southwest at about 6:30pm yesterday.
Inside one of Origin Homes‘ German Cottages at Comanche Trace in Kerrville, Texas.
Here’s a shot from what will be the 17th floor of The Broadway in San Antonio. A Koontz-McCombs project.
