All of the beautiful people
On the trail, I pause every mile or so to snap pictures of the lake. It’s too early to be crowded with the kayakers and paddle boarders that brave the cloudy green water and snapping turtles to sunbathe on the water. The underside of the bridges are still empty, typically crowded with informal lake parties, except for a pigeon or two.
A river of tanned bodies continues to roll by. On the topside, the crowd begins to thin and the sky starts to turn a darker hue of blue. A beautiful day for the beautiful people in Austin.