110 Degrees

I know I tend toward hyperbole, but I’m really not kidding here.   It’s a 110 degrees, and it has been for the last month.  With that kind of heat, you don’t have a lot of options.  However, we do have Barton Springs.

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There’s a lot going on there.  The Tree of Life ink on the, quite possibly homeliest, mother at the springs that day.  And my favorite, the group to the right that is fascinated by the wicked booger that kid is holding.

But seriously…we’re not here to focus on the crowd.  It’s all about the majestic beauty that is Barton Springs…who am I kidding.  It’s about the people.

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Greg Lougains has really let himself go.  We did eventually make it to the water.  I don’t know what was more shocking…the 38 degree water temp – or the fact that Al Bundy was a mere three feet behind us.

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One last pic, and yes that is me in a somewhat precarious position.

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