The Austin summer is one big, sweaty armpit. It's three-showers-a-day and still smelling like a cab seat. Where can you go when your air conditioner's just not getting it done? What can any sane person be doing when every movement outside feels like exhaustion? Get wet! Go swimming. We've got Barton Springs, blessed by Buddhist monks, and it's knock-the-wind-outta-ya cold, even in woo-doggy hot; we've got Lake Travis and the greenbelt, speckled with coolers and sun-tanning hippies; we've got public pools like Deep Eddy and Big Stacy, private pools, natural pools, and little trickles everywhere. Go ahead, dive in.
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