Road Scholar

Every May, after the bluebonnets had faded from the hills around Marble Falls, my classmates and I would pack sack lunches, board a diesel-powered school bus, and hit the road. The annual field trip was the last major educational event before the school year ended. Or was it?

I’m not quite sure what I actually learned from these trips. When we visited living-history farms, where we were supposed to learn about pioneer life, I spent the day wondering why the interpreters wanted to dress up in bonnets and ankle-length skirts in the scorching heat. When our school bus drove through the Lyndon B. Johnson State Park in Stonewall, my