The annual San Marcos River Clean-up began inauspiciously. The forecast was 55° at dawn, warming to 65°, with rain from 11:00 ’till 3:00. There were many last-minute drop-outs, and no-shows, but a hearty, hardy crew of nine showed up anyway. Little did we know.
Those not weenied out by a little rain, or simply too dumb to come in out of it, were myself, Robert Langley, Robert Killian, Liz Dennis, Roger Hathorn, Ken Anderson, Lyn Andrus, Tim Garber, Carl Gilson, and The Paddler Known Only As Bob. We gathered at Tom Goynes’ chapel Saturday morning for coffee and some mighty fine breakfast tacos, then ran shuttle in a cold drizzle, and put in at Tom’s launch site. The river was running about 450 - 500 cfs, the highest it’s been for a clean-up in my memory. I guess it was the silver lining to all the rain, as a good current made the flat sections a lot less tedious.
The dark cloud to the silver lining was that it rained all day, and didn’t get above 55°.