Rolling on the River

Saturdays were made for lazy floats on big tubes in rivers that meander slowly, slowly on down. And that is what I did today. My three younger brothers now all live in TXas, y'all! Yay for Texas and for being close! So we all got together at the San Marcos River. Where people rent big tubs and head on down the river.

I admit that the river is a little skeevy. You know, slimy and such. And it's right next to a college...in a college town. Hmmm...so you can imagine that all sorts of shenanigans go down while you are there. Lots of people where their floating couches. Yes. Floating. Couch. If you can believe it. You can imagine this guy. Lots of facial hair. Lots of beverages of the beer variety. I mean, what does a floating couch and beer say to you?

One guy compared his "precious cargo" (i.e., the beer packed in a cooler on its own special raft next to him) with our precious cargo (i.e., the ten children floating down the river with us). Yes, quite classy. I think my brother just laughed and rolled his eyes.

There we were, all packed together, tied up with ropes and such. watching the kids get in the water, splash around, freak out about the slimy grass brushing up against toes and knees. I think it was more fun to watch them getting excited, jumping in the river, and falling out of tubes than anything else.

And floating was quiet and pleasant. We went down a few small water falls and had a little lunch and packed in it. I might not tube down the San Marcos again. But it was a good day.