I've been delaying writing this, my 100th review, for far too long. Unnaturally long. The John Holmes of procrastination, if you will. I had grand plans. Road trips were involved, where exotic locales were visited and the rarest of delicacies were consumed, but somewhere along the way something was lost. Largely brain cells. Exotic locals and rare delicacies are strictly the provenance of abundantly fermented fruits and grains bottled and canned for your pleasure. And in the interest of research, mind you, I felt compelled to explore the full breadth of the experience. The experience proved wide.
So here I sit skimming through the superfluous and muddled memories of my recent past. Flipping through the thoughts like a teenager flips through the poster bin at the mall. But there.... recent and always. A memory written and rewritten a hundred times. A personal sojourn, a collective treasure. The river.
Now run and owned by Pablo Escobar, er.... Mike, the Livery was my recent choice to float one of my favorite stretches of the Guadalupe. It's been the same for years, though I seem to remember getting in on the other side as a kid. Just north of San Antonio, where 281 passes over the river, this place was awful close to where I grew up. I even had my 10th birthday on this stretch of the river. And since this was where Hondo had taken his first trip exactly a year earlier, it seemed the obvious choice to take Alex A on his first float. I couldn't let that dude bounce out of the country w/out showing him some of the best parts of the state.
$32: three tubes, one w/ a bottom; four hour float, then a ride back to the lot/let-in and your car. The staff is friendly, and Pabl...Mike was cool. He was gracious enough to give us an ice chest to borrow for free. Had he known that we would lose or destroy three ice chests this weekend, I'm not sure he would've been so generous. For his kindness, this was the only ice chest spared. Then it's a short, downhill walk to the river and you're ready to roll.
The next four hours takes you down the upper Guadalupe that is primarily fed by Canyon Lake. I like this float more than the popular stretch by New Braunsfels for several reasons:
1. Travels primarily through undeveloped private ranch land.
2. In times of no rain, usually deeper with fewer portages
3. Far less people
4. No militant cops
It just seems to be far more relaxing. If you like the party atmosphere and occasional rush hour traffic scene that happens on River Road, this is more laid back. There are a couple exceptions to that with two campgrounds and a spot the locals party at providing some float-by distractions. Other than that, it's low traffic, the river, and you. In a word: pleasure.
The next four hours should be savored. I'm always confused by the people I see paddling by. If anything, paddle backwards. Fight the inevitable journey to the far off gulf. I choose to just relax and let the river's gentle pull drape me with banks of low hanging bald cypress. Because the faster you go, the closer you get to where you and this swath of emerald part. As for me, I'm planning my next trip as soon as I begin the brief climb to the road. read more