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...
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