Remember how I got a light for my bike just in time for the rain on Friday? Well, as of 9 PM tonight, I no longer have a taillight because somebody stole it off my bike. I had removed my headlight and speedometer because they were more obvious, but I didn’t think anybody would go for just a taillight. Besides, I never took the accessories off my bike in Seattle all last year and never had any problems. But now I have to go spend another $15 for a new light, plus batteries. I guess I should thank the person who stole my light since I haven’t forgotten which aisle to get it in at the store. I’m glad Texas is such a friendly place. Go Longhorns. At least the light was nice for those three days. To the person who stole my taillight: you suck.
While I’m ranting, today I rediscovered how much I dislike Gregory Gym (the UT campus gym). It tries to look like a trendy fitness center (which I dislike), it looks really spacious but doesn’t have very much equipment, so it’s always crowded (which I dislike), and they wasted a lot of money trying to make it look like a trendy fitness center instead of getting more equipment to fill the space so it isn’t as crowded (which I dislike). Yes, I know it was extra crowded today because all the freshmen just moved in and classes haven’t started yet, but even last summer it was way more crowded than it should have been. There are 10,000 more students here than at UW but only about half of the weights, benches, and machines that the UW has at its gym. It feels like I spent less time lifting than waiting for free equipment and navigating between mobs of freshman sorority wannabes wearing matching Texas shirts and saying clever things like “Let’s work buns!” in a perfect Barbie voice. Again, go Longhorns.
Anyway, on a happier note, yesterday the transportation folks (plus some others from environmental/water resources) went toobing on the Guadalupe River, which was a lot of fun. There were scattered thunderstorms on the bus ride from the toob rental place to our launch point, which was exciting. The rain let up just as we started, and the first hour or two was pretty uneventful apart from a few rapids, specifically me falling out of my toob at the first rapid. At least I recovered it quickly, we had to stop and wait while some less fortunate people had to chase after their toobs which had gotten farther away. After a while, we got another taste of the heavy Texan rain.
It started raining really really hard, and there was thunder and lightning as well. Some people took cover under the trees near the shore, but our group decided that hiding in the water underneath a tree was about the worst place to be in a thunderstorm. We got into the middle of the river, figuring that lightning would strike all of the tall trees on the banks before hitting us (plus, we were on rubber toobs, so we’d be insulated). After it started to get cold we decided to paddle as fast as we could, to warm us up and to get out of the storm. The wind was so strong that it was blowing waves upstream towards us. Exciting, but a bit scary too.
That was the only major adventure for Sunday, but it was fun hanging out with everybody and eating dinner at the Grist Mill in Gruene (the town where the toobing place was in). An enjoyable day, although I’m butt sore from the rapids (literally) and I was really tired from all the swimming. I must say, Texas has great water recreation.