
Luckily I don’t mind driving long distances, because the road trip from Wisconsin to Texas was certainly a long one. Most people would dread spending 20+ hours cooped up in a car with their parents, but honestly I enjoyed the time spent together catching up, listening to music and NPR shows, stopping at roadside greasy spoons, and tag-team driving. However, it was a relief to finally reach our final destination—Austin, Texas, a city I’ve always heard referred to as a warmer and bigger Madison (both state capitals, major university towns, and seemingly state outliers, composed of citizens who are notably eclectic, active, and just a little bit weird–and proudly so). Austin has also been the city my younger brother has called home for the past year. Needless to say, I’ve been anxious to make the trip and finally experience Austin firsthand.
Our first stop was to my brother and his roommate Ben’s apartment, which is located on Castle Hill drive, near downtown. My brother had adequately convinced me over the last several months that he lives in a slum apartment, and I felt very sorry for him. It ended up being anything but. Sure, there’s no front door to the building and not surprisingly, sometimes he claims to hear rats running around in the walls at night, but the four-bedroom apartment building is adequate, their unit has great character and natural light, the neighborhood is gorgeous, and it’s proximity to downtown can’t be beat. I no longer feel sorry for my brother.
After visiting with Kelly and Ben, my parents and I headed to P.Terry’s for lunch, a recommendation from my brother, that reminded me of my favorite West coast burger joint, In-N-Out Burger, because of it’s simple menu and fresh ingredients.

Next, we headed to the infamous 6th street, Austin’s epicenter of rowdy nightlife, to check into the second-floor condo we had reserved for the week. The condo was not exactly what we were envisioning from the description and pictures we viewed beforehand. It was above a bar (which we suspected), but the entire second floor reeked of a frat house, and the unit was small and greatly in-need of many repairs and updates. Despite all of this, we decided to go for it and approach it as an adventure. It was livable, and the location was superbly convenient. Sadly, our optimism would eventually bite us in the ass. 
After getting settled, my brother ran to pick me up at the condo, and together we ventured on a long run along Town Lake and the Barton Springs Greenbelt. I was amazed by how many people were out running (I swear I haven’t seen a soul while running in Madison for months), and reveled in the opportunity to sport shorts and a short-sleeve t-shirt for the first time since October. Overall, I was impressed by Austin’s very apparent active culture, the beautiful scenery, warm weather, and unique Barton Springs.
My favorite part of the day was heading out to dinner afterwards with my family and Ben to Salt Lick BBQ, located approximately 30-minutes outside Austin in Driftwood, a restaurant that arguably serves up the best barbecue in the area. The sprawling ranch, BYOB policy (my brother and Ben fittingly brought a 24-pack of Lone Star to share), and laid-back Texas charm made for a picture-perfect barbecue experience. We chatted and sipped from cans of Lone Star as we waited outside on picnic tables for a table in the dining room. Eventually, we were led to a table in the cozy, wood-paneled main dining room, which contained a massive round grill. We each ordered the all-you-can eat “family style” platter which includes heapings of beef, sausage, and pork ribs, served with potato salad, cole slaw, beans, bread, pickles, and onions. It was an amazing feast of delicious, Texas-style dry-rubbed meat. I took in my fair share, but was stunned by how much meat my skinny brother could put away. It was borderline disgusting. 



I wish the night could have simply ended with a full belly and a great night of sleep, but the sleep part just wasn’t in the cards. We returned to the condo, which was vibrating as a result of the pulsating techno music emanating from the completely empty bar below. Tired and uneasy, we retreated to our beds and desperately tried to claim a few minutes of sleep. Long story short, my mom and I were awoken in the middle of the night by suspicious noises and squeals from the kitchen. We quickly woke my dad to investigate the situation, and he found himself face-to-face with a large rat who was enjoying a bag of peanut M&M’s I had left on the counter. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep the rest of the night, and we checked out of the condo the following morning. The “adventure” was over. After two sleepless nights, we were back on the road again, in search of new accommodations.