Why the hell did I bike here? You ask yourself as you dismount at the spot where the small sign for Augusta meets the Katy Trail. Your butt is aching from the twenty-mile ride, and the hill you've got to crest to reach town looks steeper than a half-pipe. This is gonna be worth it, right? Yes! Hoof it up through the little German town that time forgot, and park your ride at the Conservatory, a contemporary guesthouse with big bay windows and an outdoor hot tub. Aim those hydro-jets on your... More »
