As usual, started out with a good breakfast in Victoria and ended up in Orange TX which is right at the TX/LA border in a so-so rv park. A sign in the restaurant was, “My reality check bounced”. Too cute. It was a very interesting range of customers and servers. Think somebody could write a book and never leave the restaurant. It was across the street from a huge medical center. One table with 6-8 good old boys who I am sure have breakfast there every day. By the way, in Texas, the Florida snowbirds are called “winter Texans”. We can easily find rv sites because they have gone north.
The drive to Galveston was pretty boring. Did have some stretches where we could see the gulf, but primarily corn fields and bayous that don’t look like Louisiana bayous—more like creeks. There are huge plants, one for olefins and polymers (products of oil I assume) and another that we assumed was nuclear because you were not allowed to stop along the road for 4 miles. There were also several shrimp boat marinas and crawfish farms. Otherwise, it was a pretty boring ride, some huge cornfields and a Nature/Wildlife Preserve. We didn’t even see a bird.
We kind of zipped through Galveston, my foot was very sore today. Jack said I overdid the mission yesterday. We took the ferry from Galveston to the Bolivar Peninsula. That was fun and free. See the pictures. The hurricane damage is very evident. Some new buildings and it looks like either new or repaired homes that are empty. Several make-shift rv camps which we assumed were former residents rebuilding. We agreed that it is the part of the US we don’t really care if we come back to. I can probably say the same for TX in general. People are very nice but just miles and miles and miles to get from one place to another. I said to Jack, if we every consider doing CA again, we are taking the northern route, whatever that turns out to be.
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