April 10, Thursday, Going for the Water

In the early morning it poured down rain. I wanted to dance inside the RV because before now when it rained, I’d just stay inside my sleeping bag inside the tent looking for leaks. I kept yelling out, “Yes, LET RAIN!!” The weather broke and I longed to stay but pulled up the anchor and headed down the causeway. In this case under a tunnel of oak trees.
Getting around Houston was an absolute drag. I took a four lane belt highway with traffic lights. Every five miles it was the same stupid mall layout with the same franchised stores; Target, Best Buy, Mc Donalds, Home Depot, etc, etc, etc. Our people have let corporate American "neuter-ize" our cities and towns. They are now all the same coast to coast…………
Finally after six hours of heavy traffic driving, I saw a huge arching bridge mounting up t from the flatland. Could it be? Yes, the famous “Intracoastal Waterway” aka; “The Ditch” running the entire length of the eastern seaboard. Up the bridge incline old tired Snee-Oosh pulled and there as far as my eye could see were breakers. I had reached the Atlantic four weeks after I left the Pacific in San Diego.
I was dumbfounded to see houses built right up to the surf line. Plus new ones underway. We are such a greedy, self centered, non thinking species. DID NOT KATRINA TEACH ANYONE ANYTHING??
Putting that all aside I entered my tiny county park located on the tip of a long, wide sand spit with saltwater on three sides. I’ve tied up the mooring lines for a three day stay. It is a sweet location and what a contrast to what I left this morning. See Link for more photos. I can hear ole Glen Campbell singing Galveston, Oh, Galveston….
Time for supper. Tomorrow’s a big day. I explore the island city.