Enchanted Rock is just that, enchanted; or at least that’s what it felt like the first time I climbed it. It’s beautiful, isn’t it. Well, don’t let it fool you. Just like the Sirens who used their bewitching songs to lead sailors to their watery graves, Enchanted Rock leads you to complete exhaustion and leg cramps with its false summits. No kidding, each time I believed I had reached the top there above me was more rock.
But it was worth the pain and the humiliation of watching the children run past me as I rested for the third time on my way up. The view from the top is well-expressed by my daughter Willow in the above photo. The Hill Country is laid out before you like an enormous topographical map.
And my favorite view of Enchanted Rock. It’s no wonder that this is the most visited State Park in Texas.