On the heels of a summer that's been an infernal and cussed mess, a surly swatch of unmitigated torment, an unholy amalgam of unpardonable heat and unacceptable drought, we're more grateful than ever for the 68 degree waters of ye ole city swimmin' hole. Barton Springs for Best of Austin? Old hat, to be sure, but this time we give the nod to the cooler, calmer nighttime hours, when admission is waived and the sun has mercifully set. Still the best way to cool down before bedtime.
