A walk on the wild side!...

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Flag of United States  , Texas
Sunday, December 16, 2007

It did rain - for most of the last two days, almost like being at home.
 We haven't ventured very far, Malc has been working on updating the map for our first leg, check it out at : http://maps.google.com/maps/user?uid=109446386317089145905&a mp;hl=en&gl=us&ptab=2  
But, this isn't what we came for - what happened to those blue skies?? However we're lucky, most of the mid west and the North West have had some horrendous weather. It seems that because of the sheer size of this country, someone somewhere is experiencing dreadful weather most of the time; it might be ice storms that cut out power to thousands or floods that do untold damage or a foot or so of snow overnight. Thankfully all we had was rain.
But the cold front that has been sliding southwards brought very high winds last night. We almost brought the slide in for safety, lying in bed feeling the 'house' rock is a strange sensation. I know Malc would say it was nothing because he has experienced far worse...well he's mad and we all know it! Where we are, there is no one parked directly behind us, so we felt the full force! However we have picked up a useful tip since...if you place a beach ball under the awning that caps your slide it helps prevent the flapping of said awning that keeps you awake most of the night! Just don't forget to remove it before you bring the slide in!
Anyway we braved the beach today; it seemed a completely different place. The fine sand that seemed so lovely when we first saw it used its minute particles to sandblast us today; I didn't think so much could find its way into my ear! Or my mouth for that matter. Yes, I know I should have kept it shut! The waves seemed to be loosing their battle on the way to the shore, rising dirty and brown, laden with sand, only to be forced backwards with spray flying in an unnatural direction.
 Gulls standing head into wind like wooden ornaments in a row; their webbed feet washed by the sandy the Gulf surf.

If my words aren't vivid enough listen to this...

Around in the Aransas Pass, the narrow channel between the islands, pelicans bobbed in the choppy seas like corks in a boiling bath tub. 

It was WINDY.

 We might be staying put, but it doesn't feel like we're staying still.
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