A series of tubes

As a reminder to myself: we prefer Texas Tubes or Chuck's Tubes for our New Braunfels river-floating trips. Comal Tubes are too small, and their buses run too infrequently. Also, there's nowhere to park.

Now that I have that down in writing as a sort of note to self, I can tell about my totally fun, last days of summer trip down the river with Cas. 

I had to go in for my first day of professional development yesterday. It's entirely goofy to have people come just on Friday, then come back for a five-day week of further training the following week. I was so grumpy when I learned of this plan that I had put an idea out there that Cas should pick me up at work and keep driving south until we hit Austin or New Braunfels. 

He went for it. In fact, he drove me to work in the morning, came to have lunch with me at noon and picked me up on the way out of town. 

We checked into a hotel in south Austin after 8 pm last night and got out of here early enough to have a good float down the Comal River. It was great, but perching in the somewhat smaller-than-usual rental tubes was less relaxing when compared to our previous floats. It occurs to me now that this is what we do at the end of the summer. We've done it three summers in a row; we weren't together four summers ago. 

Here's Cas in his snazzy dollar store hat. It wasn't very sunny today. In fact, it rained just a little bit while we floated, and it was all very nice. 

We're getting cleaned up to go have dinner with his cousin Phil, who lives in town. After that, we're off to Esther's Follies' 10:00 show. I think I'll try to shut my eyes and rest for 15 minutes ornao before we go. Couldn't hurt.