 |
| Looking North |
Gavit's cabin felt like home immediately - the gathering, like family. Perched on pylons above a tiny sliver of "land" in the upper Laguna Madre - Baffin Bay to the north, King ranch to the west, Padre Island visible on the horizon across the intercoastal waterway and a couple of miles of salt flats - it was the perfect locale for this gathering of fly fishermen, and a fisherwoman, brought together by their connection in the modern blogosphere and a shared, ancient, love of the water.
I've been struggling for a week now on the right angle to take with these posts, the right way to present this place and this gathering, but my meager writing skills have failed me. It's nothing new.
So what my pen can't accomplish, perhaps my camera can. So for the next couple of posts I'll be visual, not verbal. I'll show rather than tell. I'll shut my mouth and open your eyes. I suspect that you won't mind. Especially the shut my mouth part.
So, let's start with the place...
 |
| South |
 |
| East |
 |
| West |
Next, Bohemia.
Note: Be sure to click on the images to see them in a larger format.
16 comments:
Thanks for the pics Mike. That place is so foreign to me, I need the photos to place it in my mind.
Chris and Gavit on the roof, that cracked me up.
Yeah, I could hang out there, I think...definitely beats most places I hang out at...
Love the pictures, brought back the memories so vividly. I hope you don't mind if I link to them!
I'm a visual processor too, Howard. Often the photos I bring back from trips kickstart my posts.
Yeah, funny stuff, Anon. There are other shots, I understand, of a full moon over the cabin, but let's not go there yet.
You could totally hang, Mat. The pictures to come will prove it.
Link away, Jen!
It was pretty damn cool, huh?
I think I could make due with that, especially right about now. I look forward to more visual stimulation.
Oh yeah. Great little spot to forget about the rest of the world. Add a little Buffett playing on the deck and some fishing and its heaven.
For sure, Chris. And such good company.
Sometimes you need a getaway, Clif. And I can think of no place better.
No Buffet was played, Joel, but the radio stayed on outlaw country and it fit perfectly.
Love it Mike- keep it coming. The web is a visual medium, but please don't go light on the words.
Enjoyed the pictures...looks like an awesome trip. Keep the stories coming!
That's the kind of place that must bring out the Huck Finn in you. Sweet!
Thanks for the encouragement, Jason. It's the mix of the two that works.
Ask and ye shall receive, Emily.
A perfect observation, Steve. Huck Finn indeed.
Reminds me of some of the fishing cabins up north...rustic, no bullshit types of places. Still can't believe I had to miss this one.
If you don't mind my asking, was this cabin available for rent? A spot like this just looks to good to pass up for a boys fishing trip... The beautiful way you've depicted it makes it irresistable!
Actually, Patrick, I don't think that it is, but I can ask. Your challenge, if it were, would be to get to it. :-)
Post a Comment