Keep Holding On, Baby...

I made the trek to San Marcos and dropped my arse in the river, floating from Sewell Park down to the Rio Vista Dam. The summertime hordes had disappeared weeks ago, leaving the locals with the prime opportunity to float the river unencumbered by the overwhelming mass of humanity that normally clogs the river during hot weather.

Today, I am holding Nature's hand as her beautiful sister, Summer, goes into hibernation. Summer fights back against the colder weather here in Texas and I hate watching her go.

I am grateful for rivers and hot summer days. For Schlitterbahn and for cold beer. For Intex's River Run tubes and for the Army Corps of Engineers.

My grandfather once said that the mountains were a place where he most felt connected to something greater than himself. To him, the mountains were his church.

For myself, the River is mine.

Amen.