Today was our 34th wedding anniversary, so we went fishing, again to the Guadalupe. Because it was Sunday Naegelin’s bakery wouldn’t be open so we tried to find a substitute. I haven’t found a kolache shop between Houston and New Braunfels. I guess that makes sense–it’s German, not Czech, so we stopped in Luling, home of Luling City Market (which is also closed Sundays), at Snowflake Donuts.
They had sausage rolls, which not withstanding common usage are klobansky, not kolache, and they were perfectly ok. They also had what I’m guessing is the only commercial Buddhist shrine in Luling, a town better known for Catholics and Lutherans.
Vietnamese most likely, and a very nice young woman
We tried a second place in Sattler, Sweeties Donuts. Again no kolache but again klobansky, and better donuts.
It didn’t have a shrine, but it did have a statue of Buddha.
We stopped in at Reel Fly Fishing Adventures and the youngling at the counter suggested we try someplace I hadn’t fished before, so we went back to Whitewater, which is all things to all people, but also a place to park.
Two tests of Texanhood are whether you’ve smoked dope with Willie and eaten at Snows Barbecue. I’ve eaten at Snows. The river above whitewater was pretty, and everybody was there. I thought if I only walked up above the next bend there would be fewer people, but there were more.
I found a spot where I was not more than 30′ or 40′ from the nearest angler, and then got passed by two guide rafts, a canoe, and some kayaks. I did see people catch fish. I gave up and walked down river which was probably the better choice, but got worried about Kris and went back to the car. She had lost her nymphs in a tree and was re-rigging, but then somehow she ended up with a prince nymph in her index finger. She wouldn’t let me take a picture.
We went to target where she bought some razorblades and cut out the hook. I’m a firm believer in always de-barbing my hooks, especially after watching Kris cut on her finger. Then we went to Alpine Haus for schnitzel. Happy anniversary dear. Once more no fish, but we did get some schnitzel.