"Hello Texas. Sure is good to see you again. Hello Texas. Sure is good to see me a friend."
Everything's better on a tortilla. Proven fact. But first, you have get to the tortilla.
|Mike Sepelak, left, Mike Gavit, center, and Todd Carter |
enjoy the ride to the cabin on Upper Laguna Madre.
As we finally pulled into the Marker 37 parking lot across the causeway from Corpus Christi, Texas, we were greeted by Mike Gavit and Jen Kugler. We had a 45-minute boat ride ahead of us--a harried run down the Laguna Madre to a rustic cabin situated on an island in the middle of the bay. And we had 50 minutes of daylight left.
"Nice to meet you," Mike said. "Let's start throwin' shit. We're runnin' out of daylight."
Throw shit we did. Minutes later, with all of our belongings tucked into the bow of the boat, we were motoring across green water, the sun racing us down the bay. Sitting in the front of Mike's boat, face into the wind, I quietly reveled in the fact that it was saltwater we skipped across, and that it was a pelican resting on a channel marker, not an Idaho magpie. And the wind in my face was ... warm.
Hello, Texas. Sure is good to see you again.
As the sun tickled the mesquite trees on the King Ranch a bit later, we motored slowly toward a dock. There waiting for us was Brandon Robinson. He reached out and grabbed the bowline.
|Mike Sepelak and Brandon Robinson|
"Welcome to Texas," he said. "Good to have you down here."
The smell of a barbecue grill warming beneath the eves of a rustic cabin mingled with the tangy, salty aroma of the Laguna Madre. The late-evening light shone right into the clapboard structure, and I could tell we were in for a couple of days of Bohemian luxury. A line of Diablo Paddle Sports kayaks rested along the bank, half in the green water, half out. Fly rods rested on nails, strung up and ready for speckled trout and redfish.
"Good to be here, man. Good to be here."
Moments later, tortilla in hand, I wandered up to the grill and slapped a grilled sausage atop a bed of cheese and salsa. The sun dipped below the King Ranch, and all was right with the world.
Hello, Texas. It sure is good to see me a friend.