The Guadalupe

It's the middle of May, and I have the Guadalupe River on the brain.

The first week long stretch of above 90° heralds the beginning of Texan(Hiccus Texicanous) migration to the Hill Country and it's many rivers. This year marks the 5^th annual toobing and camping trip to the cool waters of the Guadalupe for me and fifty of my closest friends. It's a time to dress down, way down, and pay homage to childish irresponsibility with good friends, great weather and lukewarm domestic beer. Can't wait!