Been Tramping Around

I've been feeling the wind lately, calling to me. It's time to leave Texas again, probably for the last time. It's time to become a true tramp texan again. Anybody know anything about the Texan Club in the DC area?

Spring is a gift given only once, each time unique. As the pulse of the land quickens and the blood and flowers begin to flow again, we come into the knowing of the life of the world, and are one.

It is odd to know, somewhere deep down, that will be my last full spring in Texas. I plan to make the most of it. Barton Creek was up last week, open for kayaking, and I tell you it was glorious.