The Guadalupe River was in surprisingly nice form last weekend.  A good friend, Jacob, and I put our kayaks in at the state park and floated the nine miles down to Bulverde in 3.5 hours.  We were

My life-long best friend Jay Root and I needed a weekend away from civilization. Only a four-hour drive from Boerne, Texas, we found the perfect spot.

When the shadow looms above us, all the voices cease to cry

a sadder fate awaits us. Let it rain.

For days we've felt the fear of hunger, like some places know too well

And now we understand them. Let it rain.

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.

We feel the fear of hunger, let it rain, let it rain.

Call me paranoid, but I find these kinds of warnings about our water supply completely alarming, particularly in light of the vast number of new wells that tap our small, fragile aquifers during the coming few years. Seems like there's just no happy ending here.