When Zoobs and I pulled out of the parking lot this morning the left lane was moving faster than the right lane so we ended up heading west for Texas. We spent a few minutes perusing the brochures at the Texas welcome center on I-20 and decided on Galveston Island as an appropriate destination.
The East Texas countryside along Highways 259 and 59 is pretty and green but otherwise unremarkable. I can report that the Texas rest areas have really clean restrooms which as any traveler knows is a very good sign. The journey through Nacadoches and a couple dozen other small towns took a lot longer than I expected and we arrived in the Houston suburbs just in time for rush hour. Houston is much bigger than I remembered and there is apparently no way to get to Galveston without going through Houston or making a two hour loop around so we braced ourselves, gunned the engine, and went roaring onto I-45. When I say we, I really mean me because Zoobley was in her usual spot curled up on her shearling dog bed in the passenger floorboard snoring soundly. Houston is just another big city growing out of control, but the night skyline is truly impressive.
We arrived at Galveston Island State Park well after dark and picked a campsite close to the beach and the bathhouse. We can't tell much about the park, but we can hear the waves crashing on the beach which is a good sign.
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