A trip to southern TX doesn’t seem complete without a trip to South Padre Island. It reminds us of time spent with Grandpa Dean on the beach picking up seashells–buckets upon buckets full of seashells!
Our day at the beach included spending a good amount of time at the seashell store looking for seashell rings for Laura, a nap on the beach, and a trip through the RV park to gawk and see what other RVers look like.
Later in the day we decided a cocktail on the bay side while the sun set might be the best idea we had all day. We chose some little joint with a local chatty bartender who likes to surf the waves and knows all the local wildlife. This seemed strange to talk with her and the only other couple in the bar (who were from Minnesota, by the way). Let’s just the four of us had much to contribute to the conversation, but she did have some good stories about when the bridge to the island collapsed because some drunken sailor ran into it and the time an air conditioner was ripped off the roof of her house and went through the windshield of her car during the hurricane (while she was out surfing). Overall the little bar on the bay was a good stop. We couldn’t remember the last time we got hamburgers for $1 that reminded us of the way Grandpa Milo used to make them, so we were happy.
We ventured on down the island to see what else we could see. South Padre is like Iowa in a way–they have to use snow plows on a pretty regular basis. This isn’t for snow, but for the sand that decides to blow and cover the roads. It’s a pretty fun sight to see. We found a sand dune to stand on and finished watching the sun go down behind the clouds over the bay.
Our last stop was to another local bar that offered live music, a view of the dark ocean, and a stray cat that we found amusing. Locals and tourists alike gathered to dance, play tether ball, and watch the dark waves roll into the beach. It was time to go home. 7:00 feels late when you’ve been in the sun all day.
More adventures tomorrow…