Just checking to see if your collective pacemakers are working. Yes, it is an actual post. Merry Christmas! We had such a lovely time with our friends in Texas. All four of the kids made fast friends with all four of theirs. Sissy hung with the boys and Ellen and Mia had a wonderful time playing. They have such a quaint little town and the downtown looks to be on the cusp of revitalization or death. But the parks are nice, the houses are beautiful and so full of character and the laundrymat is CHEAP. Since we’ve been travelling and coming back to the US via Fort Davis, Texas, I have always held the notion that living in a small town of about 2000 would be heavenly. I think I based this on Fort Davis itself. Being with our firends, however, allowed me to realize that the closeness of a small town can be stifling and somewhat boring. I keep coming back to Minneapolis. I can’t believe how much I loved that city - especially since it is pretty much covered by ice and COLD 11 months of the year. Well, I exaggerate. A smidge.
So we left as a front was coming in; literally, as the front moved
over, halving the humidity and temperature. Jody met us at the park to
say goodbye and mentioned that as she was driving there, passing through
the front caused all her windows to fog up. I’m embarrased to say that
I thought she was just not used to “weather”, being a sunny Texas girl.
So, off we headed to the coast. The route we took, zigzagging all
over creation, as Texas likes to offer “alternate” routes to the highway
(i.e. 77ALT) that go NOWHERE near the non-alternate route (i.e. 77 goes
south, Alt77 goes WEST) and had the fortune to zigzag through the front
3 or 4 times. Each time we went from cold (under the front) to warm
(outside the front) the OUTSIDE of all our windows and mirrors fogged
and the inside would waver with fog. It was the oddest weather
experience we have had. We stocked up in Victoria at the HEB Plus (what
a marvel of a store that is!) and marveled at the architecture of
Victoria. We made it to Goose Island
without incident and decided to pay an extra $2 to camp on the beach.
It is a lovely place here and until about 5am this morning, I was loving
it dearly. Apparently, at 5am, the duck hunters put out in air boats
which rival a helicopter hovering directly over the trailer for noise.
Jamie and Jesse spent yesterday in bed with the stomach bug while the
girls and I headed to Port Aransas for errands and to check out the
beach. Port “A” is directly on the Gulf and muc hwindier, with blowing
sand. The girls were not impressed. So here we will sit and pass the
Christmas. UPS is supposed to be delivering to the campground today
(apparently they don’t deliver to “General Delivery”; we’ll see how well
they do with “Bayfront Site #3, Goose Island State Park”.
I put Christmas lights up inside and outside the trailer yesterday
and the kids have nixed the idea of driftwood and shell Xmas tree. They
want a real one (nope!) or a fake one. I’m hoping to find a
thriftstore in Corpus Christi on Saturday as I don’t want to waste the
beautiful sun we are getting today.
Jamie is better, Jesse is better, the sun is out, the airboats and
thankfully quiet, the house is asleep, the sun is out (did I mention the
sun?), the birds are hopping on the roof (???) and the vistas from the
laptop are stunning here on the calm bay.