Took a road trip this past week. Spring means it is time to head to the beach - after all the Spring Breakers have vacated the place, of course. Seeking a little variety (and more comfortable beds) we turned right instead of left and ended up on North Beach at Corpus Christi, with the beach right outside our hotel room. Really.
This was sort of a nostalgia tour as well as some beach time. Barb was born in Corpus and spent quite a bit of time there in her younger years. We drove by places familiar to her; the now-empty courthouse where her parents got married, the church where an aunt and uncle married, visited a T-head in search of a favorite restaurant - now a Joe's Crab Shack. Couldn't find the motel where we stayed during our honeymoon, mainly because we couldn't remember the name of the place - never mind that it is now probably the site of the Civic center or some such.
Corpus was windy! Really windy! Of course the folks who live there said, "Wind? What wind? This is a gentle sea breeze." And it was humid. Sort of reminded us of Lima, where it never rains but plants grow because the humidity keeps everything wet.
I have to totally withdraw my comment about this not being a good wildflower year. There are acres of bluebonnets now; the drive to South Texas was delightful; swaths of bluebonnets and paint brush and wine cups and thistles. Interestingly, the flowers diminished markedly at about Kenedy. South of there they were scattered and isolated. Sort of like this little guy we found right on the beach.
I have commented several times about how Google seems to be tracking our every move. Last week I opened the Google app and found our itinerary for the Corpus trip; hotel reservations, check -in times, near-by attractions and maps of suggested routes and travel times. Yes, I know I agreed to let Google read my email, but that's a little spooky.
What Google didn't tell us about the route was that all the tanker-truck traffic has destroyed the roads in much of South Texas. Pavement in some areas is just shattered; there are potholes you could get lost in in many stretches. There is no way the highway department can catch up with the damage being done; the truck traffic will continue to grow until the Eagle Ford play is exhausted. By then, there will be nothing but gravel roads from Luling to Beeville.
And on that happy note, I wish you a pleasant week.
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