Barb and I made our Fall trip to the coast this past week. We love Port A when summer is done and the crowds go away and the weather is cooler. The beach was pristine this visit; no jellyfish, no seaweed. Just miles of sand and sea. And in sharp contrast to the past few weeks in Austin, the temperature was moderate and the breeze was cool - and kept away the pesky insects we have been encountering.
We stay at a high-rise condo right on the beach while in Port A. There was a Realtor's information sheet stuck on the fridge in the unit we rented this week that stated that for a mere $279,000 we could buy that condo, fully furnished and ready to call our very own. It was nice, but we decided that it was poorly decorated, and that soured the deal for us.
This trip takes us through the heart of the Ford Shale oil country, and it was shocking to see visual confirmation that the oil bidness has fallen on hard times. Again. Whereas before the tanker trucks would run you off the road, we encountered only a handful. Pastures that were scraped clear for RV and trailer parking are reverting to pasture. Brand new oil-industry-related buildings are empty, or in the case of Johnny-come-lately businesses, standing only partially completed. Lunchtime at the DQ in Kenedy was shared by only 2 other couples - no more overflow of oil patch workers and truck drivers.
And did I mention that there are good things to eat in Port A? Platters full of Tatsy Cuisine. Mmm-mmm!
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