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 5th 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!