Not head east, to go the East Coast Shores, or head west, to go to a West Coast Beach.
Nope, for us, when we want to go to the beach, we head south.
That's what Bernie and I did Sunday afternoon.
We hopped in the car and headed a hour south of Kingwood, to Galveston Island, to visit the gulf shore.
"The Beach" around here means Galveston. We left around noon, and had lunch on what is called "The Strand," the main drag along the beach front.
A shrimp po'boy sandwich, and crab stuffing...how Gulf Coast can you get?
I'd never had crab stuffing before. It was good, but I'm not rushing to find a recipe.
After our nosh we drove west, along the beach. You can not imagine how odd it is for me, the girl who grew up three blocks from the Pacific Ocean, to say we drove west ALONG the beach.
But we did.
Along the way we rubbernecked the local beach houses.
Loved that screened in second floor porch.
If that was my house, I would be sleeping out there at night, listening to the sound of the gentle shore break.
I'd settle for this one though.
Bernie crossed the street and headed down the path to the beach to an area known as "Pirate's Beach."
What a pretty beach. There were just a few people, and horse hoof prints in the sand.
Pampas grass always looks nice waving in the breeze around beach areas.
How cute is this for a mail box at the beach?
This house had everything I would want.
The double staircase, gingerbread, cute mail box...
Some look like someone put a temporary building or tractor trailer on stilts.
Hey, what the heck, once you are inside the house, you have the same view as the people in the fancy houses!
(Oh goodie! Imagine getting new EVERYTHING every ten years or so!)
San Luis Pass beach was inviting. Hey there beach boy!
Galveston is also home of an awful lot of birds. Bird watchers regularly descend on the area to count birds and track migrations. This little guy was one of about five types of shore birds that I observed just in front of where we sat.
The road to the beach was bisected with a stream of fresh water. (I tasted, yeah, I know, I'm nuts...) This really puzzled me as the shallow water was flowing rapidly, and running parallel to the coast. Local borns: (this means you Kate and Marie...) any insight on this phenomenon?
At least they got up!
It was, and still is, the most deadly disaster in United States history.It was simply horrific; the people of the world sent aid and sympathy.
The people of Galveston took all the wreakage and then added excavated sand pumped to the beach area, raising the City of Galveston up by 7 feet. The WHOLE city. The wall is designed not to withstand the winds of a hurricane, but rather the more dangerous storm surge.Galveston survived as a city, but never recovered as a major port.
Recommended reading on the event: a book called Isaac's Storm. Facinating.
The guy who played Sam in the movie "The Lord of the Rings" owns the film rights to the book. It would make one doozie of a film. I hope he finds time and funding one day to make it happen.
From the Strand we headed into the historic down town area. Cruise ships leave from nearby, so there are now all kinds of tourist oriented businesses.
It is kind of weird, as some places try for "Hawaii" themes, others go for Caribbean themes, then there is Texas themes, and New Orleans themes. Talk about an identity crisis!
I noticed a lot more of "Haint" blue being used in the area. That is the color that Caribbean Islander used to paint around their doorways and windows, believing that spirits or "haints" (as in haunted) were repelled by the color. It is a fun color, especially with raspberry. I just recently read an article about the color. Just interesting to know why it is in the area.
There are rows and rows of Victorian gingerbread type houses in Galveston; they have a feeling that mixes the Painted Ladies of San Francisco, and the Southern styles of New Orleans.
Some are in terrible condition, but little by little they are being snapped up and restored to their original splendor.
Galveston: A southern city, with a wild beach party alter ego, with poverty and wealth, history, and no zoning, a beach town that faces south. Tropical, hot, it's almost New Orleans, but not.
I never feel like I quite get Galveston.