Approaching the end made me think about the beginning. I'm sharing it with my friends here, as it is in draft form:
Unusual late-August rains drenched the Texas Hill Country, sudden torrents pouring over arid limestone hills. Little creeks ran like rivers and springs bubbled in places no one had ever seen springs before. Runoff eroded hillsides, carrying waste into the
Warnings were issued. “Don’t drive through low water crossings.” Even so, the
By mid-September the release rate was still over ten times the average, but authorities opened the flow to guided rafts operated by licensed operators.
One mild Monday morning a few days after the declaration, four women approached a scuffed blue rubber raft. As they walked the trail to the landing, they talked and laughed, held their faces to the sunlight filtering through thin flying clouds, and breathed in crisp air smelling of clean leaves.
A tanned young man in cutoffs, khaki fishing shirt and worn
“Hi, I’m Todd and I’ll make sure you have a good time today.”