“When you’re on the water, you have a great view. You’re agile and mobile, too—in the kayak, you can maneuver yourself to the place where you can get the best look,” she said.
The next week, our motley crew of six adults and two children made our way to
Live Love Paddle’s Riverside Drive storefront. There, our tour guide, Dan Bowen, helped us get set up with our kayaks—double models for those of us schlepping the kids—as well as our paddles, dry bags, and personal flotation devices.
“We’ll be kayaking about a mile to the Congress Avenue Bridge, and then we’ll wait for the bats to come out. It will take about 25 minutes,” Dan said. “You may have seen on our webpage that the bats can sometimes poop on you. This is true. However, they are much more likely to pee on you. So I recommend a hat and that, no matter how amazing you find the bats as they make their way out from under the bridge, you make sure to keep your mouth closed as you are looking up at them.”
As we paddled our way toward the bridge, the sun was starting to get low in the sky. When we passed beneath Interstate 35, Dan pointed out some of the signature buildings that make up the Austin skyline.
“That one looks like an evil ice lair,” said my son, Chet, pointing to the Frost Bank Tower. I couldn’t help but agree.
Once we reached Congress Avenue, Dan told us a little more about the bridge’s famous bat colony. “This is a mostly female colony originally from Mexico. They come up here while pregnant and then have their babies in the bridge,” he said. “They come out when the sun goes down to eat, flying hundreds of meters above the ground to catch moths, mosquitoes, and other insects. In fact, they can eat more than 10,000 pounds of pests each night—flying even as far away as the coast to get them.”
The kids, who’d been doused with insect repellent before we left shore, seemed to appreciate this fact.
“When you’re on the water, you have a great view. You’re agile too—in the kayak, you can maneuver yourself to the place where you can get the best look.”
Facing the bridge, we heard the stramash before we saw anything: a telltale muttering of chirps and flapping wings. In a flash, the first whirling dervish of black-winged creatures escaped from the underside of the bridge. They moved en masse, a swirling twister of hungry beings in search of buzzing victuals. Chet gaped at the spectacle with his mouth wide open, all warnings about being hit with bat urine now forgotten.
For the next 20 minutes, we watched as the flocks of murmuring bats made their way into the dusky night. Then, having maxed the kids’ attention spans, we made our way back to Live Love Paddle’s HQ, taking in the sky as it transformed into gorgeous hues of pink and orange.
“I didn’t think I would ever like bats, but I do now,” Gia said as we climbed out of the kayaks.
“They were really cool,” Chet said.“I wonder where they all are now.”
As we listened to them discuss how far the bats might have gotten, Susan and I smiled. A little bit of adventure, a lot of fun, and a minimum of whining. The trifecta of family outing requirements had been met–and then some.