This place is like the Oz of gas stations. A beacon of hope–one can only walk out a happier person after visiting the home of the beaver.
Any trip from Houston to San Antonio requires a stop here (the same goes for the return trip). I always plan a stop–so I always leave room for coffee, a snack and maybe a sandwich from their deli counter. At the least, it’s a stop at one the cleanest bathrooms this side of the Continental Divide.
Not originally being from Texas, I was surprised at the amount of “Texicana” going on here. Need a Texas flag cutting board? Check! Need an Aggie t-shirt or Longhorn hat? Check! I always find myself spending at least 15 minutes in the gift section. Lots of Texan pride here, and that’s not a bad thing at all. Don’t forget to pick up some locally grown goods!
But like when I was a kid and found out that there was a “Santa” at every mall during the holidays, I learned that there’s more than one Buc-Ee’s. But it’s this one–the only one for which I always plan a stop.
After Hurricane Ike, with gas prices soaring and bags of ice being a prized resource, this place in some way brought a sense of normalcy during a time of uncertainty.
Most places use miles of signs promising good things are awaiting. This place however, does not disappoint.
Long live the beaver.