Laura’s mother’s family is having a beach gathering this weekend, so we’re getting ready to drive out for the weekend. We’ve rented a large beach house and are going to stay the entire weekend. At first, I was a little nervous about it, but I think it will actually be fun. And, the weather is going to be great. Plus, I’m bringing the motorcycle to ride up and down Seawall Boulevard in Galveston.
Now – for those of you who have never been to Galveston, TX – It’s not much of a beach, but it’s all we have nearby. The San Jacinto river dumps tons of river silt in the water a few miles before the island begins, so the water is brown. It looks like you’re swimming in mud and visibility is about 6 inches. [No SCUBA here!] When you fly over the island, it looks like a brown streak is rubbed across the coast line. New Orleans is worse, what with the Mississippi river dumping its gut in the Gulf, so I’m glad I don’t live there. All I can say about Galveston is that I’m glad there has been no oil spill in the last decade or so – there was tar all over the beach the last time that happened.