Sand and Sea

Just made another trip to Port Aransas. I don't know how many that makes - a dozen perhaps? I'm pretty sure I've been there that many times and Barbara has made the trip several times without me. It used to be an end-of-school ritual for her. School was out for the summer and she headed to the coast to decompress.

And that's still our routine - decompression - though honestly it's getting harder to achieve decompression when there's no pressure to begin with. Still, we love the weekends at the coast.

Not that we do much. It's mostly about walking on the beach, sitting on the balcony overlooking the Gulf - watching the big ships come and go and the waves come and go and the other beach walkers come and go. It's about staying up late reading and getting up late and drinking coffee on the balcony, walking on the beach some more, and then doing it all over again.

Oh, and did I mention seafood? Castaways the first night we are there, and then Virginia's on the Bay once or twice and Trout Street Grill. We ran into Bonna and Ken at Trout Street one trip! Go figure! Great seafood.

For the last several years we have been staying at a high-rise condo right on the beach. Take the elevator down (hard life) and walk across the street to the beach. Usually we stay in the efficiency apartments, but this trip we went for a 1-bed room apartment, since Barbara and I tend to have different going to bed times (and getting up times). It worked out probably too well; I can't see us wanting to go back to the 1-room efficiency. But if we really wanted to economize, we could just camp on the beach. Hmmm. No, I don't think so. No place to plug in the coffee pot.