Beach Vacation...
Just call us the tag a longs. We managed to hitch our wagon to a Galveston vacation Katherine, Peter, Wallace and Hamish had planned back in the depths of Covid when nothing like this was happening. They made their reservation in advance and were joined at the rental by an old family friend who grew up on our little road, Jackie, her husband Skyler and kids Hattie and Sebastian. While they filled up a big beach house we stayed at a smaller Airbnb nearby.
As you can see from this photo that while it's not his first Texas beach trip Wallace has not left his beach skills on the practice field. .
Here's our rental. Beach vacations have been a constant for our family. With Cathy growing up in Houston there were lots of beach and fishing trips in her formative years and my family always seemed to manage to acquire fabulous sunburns in the days before SPF 50 during regular trips to the Galveston Seawall.
So for years we rented a big beach house with room for everyone but this time a little two bed room one bath house that probably has been resisting hurricanes since the late 50s or early 60s judging from look at the house bones was just right for only grandma and pop pop.
Here you see Cathy looking out over the Gulf like a first world Cabeza de Vaca from the porch of our richer family's big rig beach house. Thanks for having us over.
Peter is from Canada. Texas was kind to him I think this trip and I don't believe he even burned or had a heat stroke. Those half Canadian/half Chicago grandchildren will always have sporty hats when visiting the Lone Star State.
Cathy and Wallace share their love for long peaceful beach floats through a calm clear surf. If you zoom this photo their is something in the water behind them and you guess is good as mine.
Water conditions were great with a few wavy days, some calm days, some very clear water with a north wind which lets the sandy surf to settle and enabled us to see our feet on the bottom while standing shoulder deep.
No one will confuse pale skin Hambone with the legendary Gulf coast Indian tribe the Karankaws. The Karankaws were long painted as crude cannibals by history simply because they did not come over to European ways of thinking and living. They were smarter than they looked and old Hamish is pretty smart to keep that hat on on his fair skinned head to prevent that Texas sunburn.
I'll get some blog posts with the fishing report, bird photos and more as I get around to it.
Labels: beach, family, Grand kids, retirement
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