Views from the JFK Causeway crossing the Laguna Madre on our return trip to N. Padre Island from a day at the Library and a stop at the H-E-B (Texas supermarket).
Dad and I have talked about driving to South America for years. Well, 4 August 2011 we departed from Cocoa Beach headed towards South America via Mexico and Central America. We don't know if we will make it all the way or not. So, if you follow our blog please be aware that we don't even own a computer at this point so making regular updates will be difficult if not impossible. But, I'm trying my best as I sure would enjoy keeping this blog up to date.
Friday, January 13, 2012
BLOWING SAND
It got cold and windy (40 mph winds) out of the north in the mid 30's at night and low 50's in the day. Photo taken from the drivers seat in the van with the window open and sand pouring in. Burr!
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
RUSTY WRECK
For a while Dad and I thought the rusty hulk in the Gulf was some sort of small boat. Only when locals informed us that it was the remains of a van did we recognize the steering column and vertical post that once formed the body of the van, etc. About 3 years ago the driver went to sleep inside the van and was unaware of the incoming tide until it was too late. That's one story. The other story is that he was wide awake but waited too long to get out of the incoming tide and the van sunk in the softer wet sand.
The sign at the entrance of the beach says no driving within 50 feet of the water's edge. Nobody pays any heed to it as the hard sand is from the water's edge to the 100 foot level where everyone drives at low tide. The sign is apparently to protect the city and counties from any frivolous law suits should people get stuck which they do all the time especially at high tide when the hard sand area is covered with salt water.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
CAMPFIRES
Thursday evening 29 December 2011 Raymond and his dog, a beautiful extra furry German Shepherd named Bullet, walked up to our ocean front campsite while Dana was finishing up the dishes and putting away the Coleman camp stove. He invited us to his nearby campfire where we heard stories of his life as an "Island Boy", "Oil Well Driller", and a "US Marine".
The Campfire
Then, on 1 January 2012, while many of you were watching the Dallas Cowboys get beat by the Giants we were sitting on the beach (N. Padre Island) under a cloudless sky enjoying this campfire:
1 January 2012 Campfire
The next morning while Dana was gathering driftwood two Texans (1) Curtis from Kerrville and (2) Caleb from Corpus Christi pulled alongside to chat. They had seen Dana collecting wood earlier and had decided to load their trunk full of firewood. Later, while Dana was out jogging they caught up to him and together they gathered additional firewood. But, it didn't stop there. Dad even went along on the next foraging expedition. Still, it wasn't enough for our two friends as they continued to rain firewood, Oak and Mesquite upon our campfire. Thanks guys! The temperature dropped into the mid 30's that night but around the fire we didn't know it. Dana even took a nighttime shower in his swimsuit after the two had gone home and he did not get cold … well not until after freezing his feet in the Gulf to get buckets of salt water to extinguish the fire. That's when he realized how cold it really was.
COINCIDENTALLY MAYAN
Last Friday morning (30 December 2011) when thick fog rolled in we went to the Garcia Library where Dana added "An Interesting Date" to our website. That brief text describes modern events written in terms of ancient history by the prophet Jeremiah which begin coincidentally with what many are calling Mayan Prophecy for 2012 (i.e. December 21, 2012).
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