In Search of Frisbee Dan

No, I haven’t run out of things to say or photos to share. We’ve been out of town.

Austin was calling our name so we went and spent some time with Matt’s family. Their beautiful pool was completed the night before we arrived. Coincidence? Nope.

Abby could not get enough of swimming and playing with her cousins. She loves them so much that she was willing to wear water wing floaties in the pool and swim underwater if they asked her to.

She was doing great- paddling, kicking, blowing bubbles, and going underwater. The only problem is that she can’t seem to stop talking and close her mouth when she’s swimming. I’m guessing that comes from my side of the family.

deep breaths

She had so much fun that she only slept from 11:30pm to 7:00am. Except for the late bedtime, it was a welcome break for us. Who knew that 8 and 5 year old girls made such great babysitters?

Babysitter #1Babysitter #2

Since the kiddo was so happy that she didn’t want anything to do with us, we headed out to San Marcos in search of a river to float in and someone to play frisbee with. Not anyone though, we were looking for a town legend. A guy in short shorts with a wicked wrist flick by the name of Frisbee Dan. He was there. And he was ready to play.

That part of Texas is in a crazy drought. The river was so low that tubing wasn’t possible in areas and plants that you shouldn’t be able to touch were skimming the surface.

water level

But we found a deep enough area and jumped into the natural ice bath. The water was crazy cold but it felt nice… once my whole body went numb.

And no matter how low the water level, it was beautiful.

river bottom

We really do love that area of the state. If it weren’t for the stupid traffic in Austin, and everything we adore about Denton, we would consider moving.


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