not the same adventure
In the Spring the White Bass and landlocked Striped Bass head up stream to do their business, if you time everything just right, you can catch a bunch of them. If you don’t time it just right, you have to suffer with a excellent couple days hanging out at camp, and paddling up and down a very scenic river. We did the latter.
I had been trying to get out to the Bisti Badlands for some photos for several years, and this week, I had a few days off work, and weather looked decent out in the Four Corners area, so I set out.
It is a long drive from DFW to Bisti, and it needed to be split in two. Once it is split, the opportunity arises for some more *interesting* roads to be taken.
I don’t know whose idea it was to head out from DFW at 3:00 AM on a Friday (ok, actually I do, and it was Donny) or why I agreed to it, but there I was waking up at some ridiculous hour for a trip. The drive to the coast from here is right at 6 hours (plus stops for coffee, fuel, and more coffee), but it can be a fairly pleasant drive. Heading south in 45, Donny catches up to me near Madisonville, which works out well, because it was time for coffee.
From there the drive becomes a little more entertaining with radios in each vehicle. It isn’t long before we start seeing water, and lots of it. The Texas Coast.
The Texas Coast gets kicked in the crotch a lot from outsiders. “The water is brown”, “There is seaweed all over the beach” , “I prefer white sand”, “shark/man-o-war/stingray/vibrio/seamonster”. But it is our coast, and we like it. Besides, what it may lack in looks (I love the way it looks myself), it makes up for with fish, and lots of them.
Our first day of the water starts out in the Marsh side of Sea Rim State Park, where we are met with a 20 MPH wind out of the north. Undaunted, we head in.
