A great morning walk about mid morning got my juices flowing. A chart was finally noticed that announced that one lap of the loops of my route total up to 1.63 miles. Today it was one lap clockwise and one lap counterclockwise. By the time the second lap was finished, my body was leaving a sweat trail anyone could follow. The sun had risen high enough that the shade from the trees had moved off the path. It was time to head back to the Castle and a shower.
By the time all the things were taken care of, it was lunch time. A great big bagel ham sandwich was wonderful. Then a bit of rest and a trip to take the library books back to the library. The library is nice and cool, so a little extra time was used looking for books of interest to me. Finally the decision was none.
My bicycle helmet is very old and now shows the age and wear. It was time for another to replace it. The bike shop had some decent ones on sale. After trying on several this one was chosen.
It has a lot of holes in the top that let wind and sun in. My bald head might be in trouble now. That would be an interesting suntan pattern.
Later a trip to get out of the Castle ended up on the road to Port Aransas on the north side to check out the possible launch spots there. It is not too exciting as there is some mud flats that look a bit soft.
While messing around in the excessive solar radiation, a boat was noticed carrying two fried young men. It swooped around and headed back into the area of reefs and mud flats where the redfish of late have been hanging out.
On the way back to the Castle, the Truck remembered it was Shrimp day at the restaurant. So the Truck grabbed the fuel pedal in his grill and off we went to the
This is a very dangerous place in Fulton. It is well known for causing clothes and belts to shrink to way to small to wear again. It is feared that the three dozen fried shrimp that hopped onto my plate, may have over ridden the three miles of walking this morning. Of course the small scoop of Rocky Road Chocolate ice cream for desert did not cause any extra swell belly. It is all the fault of the shrimp.
So now with a swell belly full of shrimp and ice cream, it certainly seems like a good day of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
Some folks are around here are so laid back it would probably take a week for them to Spontaneously Combust.
The VA Clinic did not open until ten am this morning. Since my arrival was a bit before nine am, that gave me time to check out the toys at Academy. My good fortune is that only a twenty dollar wedge attached itself to me. The better fortune is that it performs very well. After it gets shortened to my size and the grip replaced to one of my preference and size it should be better than my game is.
When the time finally rolled around to head back to the VA Clinic, it was time to get out of temptation land. Those of us on SSA as our only source of income have to watch out for our previous lifestyle coming up behind us and biting us in the pocketbook. It was about 10:04 when the Truck was parked and locked. It was 10:13 when the Truck was rolling out of the parking lot with my business there finished. This location has amazed me twice now with it’s efficiency and friendliness.
The lady who jumped right to work on getting my VA ID card going was very friendly and fun to visit. Most of the nine minutes spent in the office was waiting for the camera computer to boot up and get ready. In about six weeks, my fat old body can show up at nearly any VA facility in the USA, flash the new card and get treatments as needed. This is a large relief off my mind from the last seven months without any health insurance.
After piddling the afternoon away with golf and an unplanned nap, it was time to think about what to do next. You can get worn out just going over all the possibilities for fun in this area. Ok off to Whataburger for a 5:50 pm supper and then to the Allegro Channel jetty to fish the evening away.
My lure worked over the channel side with a vengeance on the way out to the end of the jetty. On the way back the beach side of the jetty was getting a good thrashing when something sizeable hit the lure, kicked the rod butt into my fat tummy and took off, probably laughing at me. The soft plastic lure was shredded pretty well. After installing a new lure, white with red tail, the thrashing continued as my way was slowly made along the jetty toward the Truck.
For some reason, my view came up to check the sun. OH NO. A huge gray low cloud with some kind of dust or mist was headed my way. So the pace picked up in my thrashing. The cloud kept getting bigger and finally shut out the sun. This is not a weather pattern my memory can recall for the coast. The closest thing to it in my senile data bank is the ugly dust STORMS out in west Texas. Any way, hurry back to the Truck, put everything away and climb aboard to leave.
RATZZ by the time we cleared the park, the cloud had dissipated. Whatever it was, it was not my idea of the right weather to be standing a thousand feet out in the bay on a fifteen foot wide strip of dirt.
Now let us see, a shopping trip to a toy store, medical coverage again, messed around with some golf and did a little fishing. Maybe it was a good day for trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
A TV show tonight told of Range Creek, Utah. WOW that is an interesting place. It apparently near Capitol Reef NP. Capitol Reef is one of my favorite places to mess around. It is best viewed in cooler to cold weather, because the heat can be quickly lethal out there.
Back here in Rockport things were a little less miserable today. The temps were up in the low 90’s but some light cloud cover and strong breezes made the outdoors more tolerable.
The Key Allegro Channel comes in from the bay to a very expensive subdivision. It is one of those places that if you ask the price you cannot afford it. Here is the concrete bulkhead where the perch jerking happened yesterday. Those weekend places in the background start at $500,000 if they need repair. The channel however is a decent place to fish and expect to get some good catches occasionally.
The channel is ordered by two jetties. The one on the south side is accessible from the Rockport Beach park. Standing at the foot of the jetty looking out into the bay shows all the fishing area available.
If you go out to the end, it is anticlimactic. The end is nothing special for excitement. It is far enough out that most of the people and road noise dissipates before you can hear it. So it can be a peaceful location to visit to calm your nerves. The sunsets might be pretty good from that vantage point. We shall see.
This evening some golf was attempted in the strong wind. Two holes was enough to cause me to lose my desire to fight the wind.
Tomorrow is a go visit Corpus day so my next step with the VA can start. A letter was received today that my application for coverage was accepted. Now the ID card is needed to smooth treatments if something ever happens to me. Since my presence is going to be in Corpus, what else can happen in the name of trying to have tooooo much fun???? TheOFM.
If you are not familiar with this site http://www.astrophoto.fr/ , it is where you go to get WOWED with his photos of space flights and other things. My normal reading of http://www.bigbendchat.com/ led me to the site.
It was a great morning to walk the beach. The short drive to the Rockport Beach was trouble free. The decision was made to purchase an annual pass for ten dollars so entry could be without worrying about having proper money with me in the future. The rest rooms make the ten dollars well spent on a worthy cause. The weather was beautiful and a few folks were out and about.
This is a beach the authorities work hard at keeping nice and clean. This morning a crew was going along power washing all the day use tables and shade shelters. A few times a week they rake the beach to keep it in great shape.
The sand is great for walking exercise. It is uneven enough to give all your leg muscles a good work out. My speed was slow this morning since it has been a looooong time since my legs got that type of workout. There is usually sights to see. Some good and sometimes not so fantastic. Maybe a bikini is not the best choice with three large rolls of fat between the top and the bottom.
Quite a few kids were out and playing in the shallow water. Parents were also in abundance to supervise. Many different types of activities can usually e seen at the beach here.
This fellow was industriously working away at his coin shooting hobby. Later when my path passed his truck, the tailgate was down and his coin shooter case was open showing about ten coins and one key he had found. I always thought that hobby could be fun.
A few hundred meters on down the beach is an nice wooden pier marking the end of the beach. Most of the pier is in very shallow water since it also acts as a sand stop to help keep sand from washing into the Key Allegro channel. However out at the end is sometimes very good fish catching.
About a year ago, several very nice speckled trout were harvested from deeper water at the end of the pier by some old fat man. To make this pier even better, right across the parking lot is one of the rest rooms for the park.
In February of 2008 my legs were in good enough shape that two laps of the entire park were not much trouble to accomplish. Today walking one half the beach and the north half of the park was all my trembling legs could handle.
Late this evening, the Key Allegro channel was attacked with my fishing rod and some bait. Yep had some great perch jerking there while trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
A big time shopping trip to Corpus ended up taking most of the day. Since my feet are such a goofy size, buying shoes is usually a major task. 9 ½ EEEEE(yes 5E) is not a common size. EEEE is usually what is the closest available. In Academy today they actually had choices of styles in EEEE for me. In the end the chosen style was, for a change, not the most expensive shoe in the store. The color is a plain grey and they are adequately comfortable. Those are pretty legs HUH?
The next big surprise was being able to purchase very small fish hooks to have fun catching the small perch that hang out around the piers and make excellent redfish and trout bait. These hooks have been in short supply around here for a couple of months. Now some perch jerking is in order.
Then some gel insoles were in stock for my worn out feet. My feet no longer have fat pads like normal folks under the joints. Gel pads have been wonderful for my foot comfort for the last few years.
And last but far from least was another anchor for the yak. The smaller size, one and one half pound that was tried was not enough. The new anchor is a three pound model like the was used on the last yak. Even the three pound model is small. In this picture a lighter is included to give a size comparison. The line in the picture is the anchor line. In shallow water yak fishing, a float is on the anchor line so when a large fish is hooked the anchor can be released and the yak moves away to help in landing the fish. After the fish is in control, the yak is paddled back to the float and the anchor retrieved.
And in the afternoon a good bit of time was spent visiting with DebiB, where my yaks were purchased, and checking up on her chemo treatments. She is a great lady, who in spite of chemo treatments, is still running the store daily. If you want info on a yak, Jerryb’s kayaks is the place to go. Competitive pricing, excellent service and perfect advice. That is an impossible combination to beat.
Tomorrow the golf course is open again. Now the options are:
1. Play golf ( or at least pretend to)
2. Walk the memorial park paths
3. Walk the beach here in town
4. Ride a bike at Aransas National Wildlife Reserve
5. Ride a bike at any of several other locations
AWW forget it, there are too many places and things to do a list.
Stay tuned to see which foolish things are done while trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
A very eventful day has me worn out tonight. The morning walk at Memorial Park was progressing nicely when what should appear but a sign with great news.
Apparently the park is going to be expanded. Hopefully the expansion will be as well done as the current park. This one has to rank with the best that has ever been in my life. That will be exciting to see how it turns out. With good fortune the walking paths will be extended. Right now one loop is about 1.9 miles. It loops through the ball, soccer and basketball fields. The turtle ponds and some wooded area with benches, an exercise trail and many day use tables are also part of the things passed while making a loop.
Then this evening the local golf course was given a chance to whap me around. Now my body has been whapped very well and has more sore muscles than exist in my body. Or seems that way. My golf pull cart and I started on the course about five pm, but the heat was still bad. My shoes fell apart about half way through at the most distant point from the Truck possible. So my feet are especially sore for now. But is all good because I am still alive to be sore.
By the time my shower was finished and my body clean enough to stand, it was late so the choice was made to eat at a Mexican food restaurant that seems to have decent food normally. It was good tonight.
Since the heat had eased off a bit, a swing by the Rockport marina was chosen. The evening was turning out nice with a hint of a nice sunset in the making. A parking spot at the artists school building was taken. They have a very pleasant area there with sculptures and benches. It seems that a very pleasant half hour passed while my mind and body was enjoying the scenes around me. Several pictures were taken that turned out to be not so great when downloaded. But two of them were nice.
The art school building and the moon made a pleasant scene to my eye.
Then out in the sculpture garden, my tired body plopped down in the grass to witness the sunset explosion of colors. This “artsy” picture was my contribution to art for the day. The bird sculpture is really neat to see in good light as well as in this picture.
When the daylight is so late fading into darkness, then you can find yourself writing your blog a lot later in the night than you would like. But that is a very small accommodation to make for the happiness of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
Since a yak is in my life again, checking out possible launch points are now also part of my life. While down at the public launching ramp at Cove Harbor south of Rockport, there were two non-power boats out near the Intracoastal Waterway. There is a lot of marsh between my vantage point and the boats. This paddler was still making his way out to the fishing grounds. He was doing a lot of walking since the water was barely ankle deep.
Finally he made it out to the ICW and began fishing. My binoculars were back in the truck so seeing how it was going was not possible, RATZZZ.
A few minutes later this craft came out from behind some taller grasses on the island. It appeared to be a canoe at first sighting. The fellow stopped a few times and fished. Once again it was too far out for me to determine if there was nay catching going on. In a bit he was moving again with a strange paddling motion.
When he finally emerged from behind the grasses, it was apparent he was rowing the canoe. That is something that has passed through my head a few times. Rowing instead of paddling???
After a good while he had passed the white yak and anchored at a chosen location and started fishing again. Still too far away to see if any fish were coming aboard. RATZZZ again.
The vantage point for me was the fish cleaning table and shelter. A man and his boat pulled up to clean fish. We said our Howdys as room was made for him to get to work. He was a very nice fellow and only 82 years old. He fishes six days a week and gives most of the fish fillets away. He fishes exclusively for red fish. Here he is with today’s limit of fish.
He left his house at four pm he said. Stopped to catch some finger mullet with his cast net. Then launched his boat and went to Estes Flats. Watching him fillet the fish with his electric knife was interesting. He had it down to a science. He finished up said goodbye and was gone.
It was now not quite six pm. Leave the house at 4pm, catch bait, fish, clean fish and head home by 6 pm. Now that is a fellow who know how to try to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
My eyes opened about 7:20 am this morning. What happened to the 6 am alarm that was set???? OOOPS it was set for 6 pm. The senile old fat man brain strikes again. Now what???? Just go ahead with the original plan to go for a bike ride. Breakfast and then things were gotten ready and off to the Goose Island State Park (GISP). The park and the area around it are nice roads to ride. Live oak trees abound and usually make for shady riding and protection from the prevailing strong winds.
Flash the parks pass and in to the day use parking place. Sturdy Steed was removed from the Truck and the very soft tires were noted. After the front wheel was attached, the air pump came out to refill the tires. They were at 20 pounds and need to be at 65 to carry my fat body. The air pump is a good one and did not take long to get the tires up to pressure.
A thorough but quick verification on the rest of the bicycle and everything was ready to roll. It has been a long time since Sturdy Steed has carried me around.
The initial plan was to loop all the roads in the park to be certain everything was in good working order then head out to the rest of the roads. It was all in good shape except for the moder. It was less than the best ever. The road wound down by the pier and then up into the inland trees.
The early symptoms of the day was the nearly slick as glass water in the bay. That is not a good sign for bike riding. The loop into the camping area in the trees was pleasant enough. The temperature when the ride started was only 88. The sun was beating down with great vigor, however. The shade from the trees had a good feeling. The 135% humidity and dead still air did not feel good. In short order my body was dumping water by sweating profusely. My sweat band could not keep up with the head runoff and the sweat kept getting into my eyes. OUCH DOUBLE OUCH with the sunscreen in the sweat.
By the time the route returned to the Truck, it was time to shut down. Trying to ride the adjacent roads through the dense trees this morning would have been miserable if not fatal. The roads of the park gave a ride of a few miles as this picture shows.
It was only a bit after ten am when the Truck was ready to leave. Riding a bike is really nice usually. Where the Truck was parked was this cute pretty flower. It is so small that it would not have been seen if my keys had not been dropped right next to it.
This ride will need to be repeated when there is wind or cooler temperatures. The park was filling rather quickly with the weekend folks out trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
The Fun-o-meter hit the top end peg and bent the needle this morning about a mile and a half out from the launch point. The launch went very well and the new yak did not dump me-----yet. It is not so sedate as the other was. However it is a lot faster and tracks very straight. In fact in the maneuverings and tracking departments, it is the exact opposite of the first yak. This one wants to go straight and fast. It accelerates quickly and glides rather well. Turning is not a strong point. A major difference apparent immediately is that this hull is a LOT quieter going through the water. It is so quiet that it has the name of Sneaky Devil for now. Can you imagine the excitement one can cause by sliding quietly up to a bird or fish that did not hear you coming??? HE HE HE.
The launch site was a dedicated yak site south of Aransas Pass city next to the aquatic center. The previous yak was tried out here also. This gives very good comparison chances.
The marsh holds the wind off you so you get a chance to get used to the boat before you HAVE to paddle well. Sneaky showed his stuff right away in sneaking up on birds. These pictures were taken all over the place and each bird was very surprised at our closeness when the picture was taken. This bird was trying to run through the bush to get away.
Most of the bird pictures were taken at a range of about ten feet.
After a short getting used to each other time, Sneaky and I headed across the Intracoastal Waterway for the closest island and the open bay waters. With the previous yak, getting over to the first island was a significant chore in time and effort. It was designed for close quarters maneuvering and not cross country touring. Sneaky shot out of the mouth of the marsh and zipped on over to the island in very short time. WOW was my response. Before you knew it this was the view from past the island. The launch point is way back left behind the marsh background.
Notice all the grass in the water. Some places it was so thick that Sneaky was dragged to a stop. The water in this pic and the previous one is about three feet deep. The next picture shows how thick the grass can be. It stops about four inches below the surface.
Scattered all over the area are oyster reefs. You could gather a nice meal from them if you liked oysters. Oysters are the only thing from the ocean that are not on my diet plan. They taste like gasoline to me. YUKKKKK. However the reefs are great places to catch fish frequently.
There were literally thousands of fish working all over the area. Mainly it was mullet, but scattered in were predator fish blasting the schools of mullet often. Perhaps some fishing is due soon. The RV park has a nice upright freezer to store your fillets in until they can be eaten. Of course the trouble down here is that the catching is usually frequent enough that you do not keep many fish. For me a keeper red fish would yield six or more meals. Of course my catching has not been very much since more time is spent sight seeing than fishing.
This trip also proved the value of wading boots instead of water shoes. That will be the next purchase. Man, it can be tiresome getting out and trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
Sometimes things do not go as planned but still end up ok. The plan was to rig out the yak in about an hour and go paddle. The rigging went on until a bit after three pm and still is not finished. Everything had choices to make and some things will have to wait. A reason this yak was chosen was because there is nearly no built in storage and none inside the hull. So everything will be in the cockpit.
On my mini-x there was a hatch to allow storage inside the hull. These types of yaks do not have foam flotation in them. They rely on the inner and outer hull staying intact so the inner hull will not flood and allow the boat to sink. This is not acceptable to me. In the mini-x to get to some of your gear on the water you would have to open the hatch exposing the inner volume to water entry. That opening was about ten by fourteen and could catch a lot of water from a wave splashing aboard. The concept of the yaks is that the cockpit floor is slightly above the water line with scupper holes through the cockpit floor and out the bottom of the boat. That way the yak is self bailing if water splashes aboard.
It works great, but out on the water opening a hatch can get you to sinking if water comes aboard. My mini-x had had some pool noodles put inside the hulls for positive foam flotation so that even in the event of a hatch getting flooded, the yak would stay afloat. The yaks with hatches tend to have the cockpit full of intrusions to allow room for storage between the cockpit and the hull. This yak has only one small hatch and it is located where it would be nearly impossible to while on the water. This is a much safer design to me. However as soon as some pool noodles are spotted, they will be purchased and added to yak to make my mind feel better.
Other choices on rigging will have to wait until some water time is under the keel. Then more rational decisions can be made. An example is where to carry my fishing rod. Most folks carry them in a vertical holder that causes the rod to add to the wind resistance and chance of tangling with trees. Since my yak will be a fresh and salt water rig, trees do have to be considered for fresh water.
Another concern is that for now, the expectation is that the rig will do a lot more touring than fishing. So the yak has to be rigged for more than one use. Those folks that only do one thing with their yak are missing out on some of the fun available.
The yak seems like it will carry the paddle on the right side very well. If not then the paddle can normally just be dropped over the side to flat along with the yak and attached with it’s tether.
After researching a lot on the internet, it was decided to try using bags on the front and back of the seat. Searching through all the spare parts and bags in the Castle yielded two bags that will work and some buckles. Wire ties were used to attach the buckles to the seat and the whole assembly fits nicely.
Carrying my water bottles will be another chore to solve. Carrying the fishing rod and water bottles will be part of the on water decisions to be made. The hope is to get the yak on the water in the morning since all the required safety stuff has been done. Then decisions and options can be figured out while trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
For some unknown reason sleep would not happen until after 2 am last night. Thus a late starting morning for me. Wal-mart was the first stop to get a few things. As it worked out only two things were purchased.
In Rockport there are lots of small pocket parks in corners of land around commercial buildings. Here is one in the parking lot of the Wal-mart. It is cute but not often used.
Installing the purchase from Wal-mart was the big high of the day. It took three attempts to get it into a good location. Under the picnic table was first, then next to the fence and finally on the post. Now it is visible from the Castle and never in direct sunshine.
The afternoon eased on along. A conversation with Brian, an owner, about how laid back and lazy a person can get around her in Rockport was interesting. Water sports are all year here. It seldom gets cold enough for more than a light jacket. Even when it does, the cold only lasts a day or so. The first year here was frequently t shirts and shorts. Last January in Port Aransas about fifteen miles south had many t shirt and shorts days. That Rver attitude of “If you don’t get it done today there is always --------- next year” can easily happen in this town.
Finally it was supper time. Off to eat BBQ. The Truck chose Mac’s place to try out tonight.
The front porch and steps had roofing nailed down on them for slip proofing. That is a bit unique to me.
The food was decent and the atmosphere very coastal. There was a lot of great prints from famous coastal artists hanging on the walls. They were fun to enjoy while eating.
For a relaxing finish to the meal, a short few block trip to the main pier was taken. The wind was polishing the stainless steel hand rails with great vigor when the team arrived. It was not much fun to stand in with the entrained salt water blasting your skin. A few pictures were taken but do not really do justice to the way the wind was ripping through the area at the waterfront.
The wind grew tiresome quickly, so we came on back to the Castle to write this blog entry. Now it is resting time to recover from BBQ’s attempt to give me a major case of swell belly. Man O Man this is hard work trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
How long has it been since you started a book right after breakfast and ended up relaxing with it all day long???? Today was my turn. The book was finished about five pm this evening and was totally enjoyed all the way through.
Then a short slow walk around part of the walking trail at Memorial Park happened. The exercise equipment even got a close look at what is available. To top off the walk, a pit bull walking a fellow came over for a good petting. It cannot get any better than this for trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
Last night after publishing the blog entry, a conversation with the nice lady named Carol in the site next to me resulted in me showing her my three main walking spots in the area. We finished the tour at the Packery Channel north jetty where this picture was taken.
She was very entertaining and delightful company for the walk. She has moved to Corpus to go to work. Her first day is Monday. Good luck to you Carol.
A few things were prepared for tomorrow’s move. The unnamed yak was loaded and tied down. It was a lot easier the second time to get it up top. Now if it will come down next time more gently than the last time. The couple of odds and ends that were loose were corralled and put into the proper storage spot.
Late in the afternoon a ride down to the Mustang Island State Park was taken. WOW that place was busy. A short walk into a volunteer trail in the bay side marsh yielded nothing worthy of taking a picture.
Upon return to the campground from that trip, my vehicle washing brush was hooked up and the Truck given a good rub down to get the salt accumulation off its paint. After that it was just be lazy time. Carol had been out trying to have fun. When she returned, we had another nice conversation.
Tomorrow will be rolling time which is always exciting. The Truck is already backed up under the Castle’s hitch ready for action. If things go as usual, we will roll out about nine am. The tow is a bit more than one hour, so everything should be set up and lazy time in full kickback mode by lunch time. Sounds like a great plan for the start of the new adventure in trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
Two chicken breasts chopped into cubes your preferred size
One bell pepper chopped into pieces your preferred size
Celery chopped to your preferred size, several stalks as you choose
Edamame beans in your preferred quantity
Baby carrots chopped to your preferred size, as many as you want
As much rice of any type as you prefer
Chicken bouillon cubes as desired
Chili pepper powder to your taste
Garlic powder to your taste
Large cracked black pepper to your taste
As much water as the rice will need to cook
Some buttermilk pancake mix for thickening
Anything else you like
Take large pot of size of your choosing. Cook the chicken in the pot so the juices stay in the pot. Add all the rest of the ingredients and bring to a boil. Reduce to a simmer. After twenty minutes taste and adjust to your taste. Simmer for another thirty minutes. Have a bowl for supper and enjoy the flavors you have chosen. Package the rest for freezing and fantastic quick meals in the near future.
That is about as exact as my cooking gets. Exact recipes are for other folks. This certainly made the trip to the grocery store worth while this morning, except for the oops on forgetting an onion.
Now the laundry is done and put away. Tomorrow is check all the critical things like tire pressures, lubing the hitch, etc in preparation to moving to The Quiet One RV Park in Rockport, Texas for the next month. The shade at the Quiet One is attracting me there with all this heavy sunshine.
About two weeks ago, the battery charger was unplugged. Since then the Castle has been running all the 12 volt things off the batteries. The batteries are usually full charge again before noon. My AM Solar panel and controller are doing a great job. Shortly the laptop computer charger and main fan and maybe the TV will be hooked to an inverter. That will leave me with only the microwave and A/C to run on 120 volt shore power. Once the money has been spent to have solar power, you might as well use it all the time. It is doubtful that it will ever really pay for itself. It was installed for boon docking desires, but might as well work full time also.
And there you have it, another really hard day of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
Perusal of a map yielded a couple of roads that had not had their chance to entertain me. The road out to Chapman Ranch and back to highway 77 was fresh territory to explore. It is a guarantee that one exploration is enough. It is flat crop land and a few cattle pastures the whole way. This picture pretty well tells the whole story.
On the other hand, if you are interested in a small weekend retreat, there is one available out in the country south of Corpus Christi.
Since the new kayak has a removable seat that is wondrously comfortable, it was removed from the yak. The seat cushions where my work usually takes place were removed in the Castle. The yak seat has been in place for two days now and really has helped my back recover.
This evening another long walk was taken down near the John Kennedy bridge to Padre Island. It is not a very scenic area but it is close and safe. The freeway is on one side, then about fifty feet of sand and sea grasses washed up and then Laguna Madre. The wind is usually ripping pretty hard, but the water is so shallow that the waves do not get much more than ripples. The Truck and yak picture from yesterday were taken there.
Not a lot of excitement today. Just kicking back and trying to enjoy trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
The back was functional and the chore needed to be completed. The yak and the Truck have reached agreement on carrying the yak. It took about two hours of work to get everything lined up. However the heat required several cooling breaks in front of the Castle’s fan inside in the a/c. After several adjustments, the carry system is working well.
The yak turned out to be reasonably easy to get up top. Technique is required. The yak weight is about sixty pounds of unbalanced attitude. The old yak was small enough to just overpower. This one has the ability to bite you if you just grab to force it.
The recently installed Truck camper shell racks fit wonderfully to my surprise. At fifty five mph, the yak is very stable on the roof. However the extra wind resistance is noticeable. Especially when going over the tall bridge to Padre Island in a strong crosswind.
Just to get some time in with the yak on top while moving around, several spots were visited to consider for yak launching. Here we are at one of them.
The wind was ferocious this afternoon after a morning of nothing to cool me while the work was going on. Seemed normal to have wind when you do not need it. Now all that is left is to get out and try to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
Swinging again feels good. The process of changing my golf club set out for a set with shafts to fit my wimp old age status is complete. Today my back seemed good enough to try out my latest driver if swinging was done carefully. My back liked the light exercise and the driver performed wonderfully. In the last two years my swing speed has dropped noticeably. The shafts now feel like they should feel when the ball is struck properly. Now all that is needed is some cooler weather so that a round or two can be played. Even when riding, which is not my favorite way to play, this 92+ degree heat is too much for me.
The rest of the day was spent goofing off and trying to decide what to do after Labor Day. Sometime during next season when the weather is cooler, my intention is to make it back to Big Bend and the Guadalupe Mountains. At those locations will some gentle hiking be done. Between my bad knees and fat belly there will not be any hero hikes even attempted.
In the mean time a lot of serious walking and carrying a weighted pack needs to be done to prepare for the winter hikes. It would also be wise to keep on losing some of the 35 pounds of excess fat my body carries.
Rockport Texas is my next destination for a month at least. The total time will depend on the weather out west. Laurence Parent is a professional photographer who took this next picture over in the Guadalupe Mountains of West Texas. Hopefully that scene will be within my ability by this winter.
Tomorrow looks like it will be get the yak set up on top of the Truck. My back feels like it will do the job ok so it is time to get busy. Between the new yak, the new crossbar locations and finding places to tie the yak on top, it should be an interesting experience. After that is accomplished, it will be time to get busy paddling and trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
My injured back was feeling pretty good today. Therefore it was time to get in some light exercise by walking. The Aransas Pass jetties were needing me to visit, so the Truck took me to Port Aransas. The passage through the barrier island is named Aransas Pass but the town right there at the passage is Port Aransas. That means that the jetties at Port Aransas are named the Aransas Pass Jetties. That causes lots of folks lots of confusion about where they were having fun.
The first stop was at the Station Street pier in Port A. The weather was beautiful and the temperature a cool 88 degrees. The water was in great shape and no fish were biting.
After that stop it was on to the jetties in search of more fun. Folks were out and about fishing, sun bathing and running after kiddoes. A large ship was coming in from the Gulf. They are always much bigger than my imagination and memory has them. Huge is not a big enough description.
Two hard core fishermen were heading in from the end of the jetty. They both had backpacks to carry their equipment. Look at all the large rods they are carrying. WOW that is a lot of money on their backs.
As the first passed, a quick picture was taken to show how the pack is designed.
A little bit farther on was a dad and two kids fishing. One boy caught a speckled trout just before my arrival. Dad and son graciously allowed me to photograph the event. Both of them were excited. They were from Austin, Texas. Most likely on summer vacation. It is nice the fish cooperated so the kids could catch a few fish even if they were too small to keep.
At Port A is an old car ferry that was converted to a party fishing boat for the jetty area. Today it was my good luck to see it in action for the first time. It looked very comfortable from my spot.
As my day continued with some meandering around the water front, there was enough fish catching happening to keep the tourists excited. It makes the day a lot more rewarding when a fish or two is caught. And seeing folks having a good time certainly makes it a wonderful day for me trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM