After reading a bunch of stuff on the internet, this excerpt sums it all up very well.
Be aware that the vertical heights displayed by your recreational GPS receiver will not agree well with USGS map elevations. The main reason for this discrepancy is the inherent poor fix geometry available for vertical determinations (the earth is always blocking some of the desired satellites) and the use of different reference surfaces for the vertical measurement. DO NOT USE GPS ELEVATIONS FOR CRITICAL NAVIGATION DECISIONS.
Or to put in my terms, the GPS unit can’t do the job at hand. This is a real disappointment since it was hoped that the unit could give me elevations while on the trails in the west. The good news is that it saves me some weight to carry since it is worthless for elevations. The well worn trails and maps take care of the horizontal controls.
When the fog lifted somewhat a trip out to the Aransas Pass Jetties seemed like a decent idea. It turned out to be a good idea. The weather down there at the parking area was 70 degrees with sunshine and light breeze. The only thing missing was something in the water to bite my bait. Not even any trash bait stealers were around. The crowd was modest.
Not all the fog was gone. This work boat was out bound and eventually disappeared into the gray. That is sort of like this year disappearing tonight.
A few folks walked by while my bait was doing no good and visited with me. It made for a nice time of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
The sun was shining this afternoon. The wind was very gentle. The temperature was up to 60. WOW how nice after the all night rain that ended around noon. With this pretty sun it must be time for a walk on the beach.
Many others had the same thought. The mosquitoes even thought it was a nice day to be out in force. Maybe we all got more exercise slapping mosquitoes than walking. This lady was getting more exercise from jogging than from slapping. There were days in my past where jogging was great fun instead of severe knee pain like now.
Treasure hunters are allowed in the beach area. This fellow was having some luck from his actions. His coin shooter would sound off and then he would reach down to pick up something and put it in his pocket. When this picture was taken, he was on to something that he had to excavate to get to. When my walk was over, his excavating was checked out. He had smoothed it over very well like all the good hunters do.
Now it is time to plea for some help. My GPS is an Etrex yellow model from several years ago. Two years ago it was successfully used here in Texas. Today it was fired up with new batteries. After the usual long time to find the new satellites, it appeared to lock into them. My goal was to check the elevation of a place of interest. It gave weird elevations. The elevations kept on changing by several feet even when it was sitting on the ground for a half hour.
Later this afternoon it was tried out on the end of a pier where there is absolutely nothing to interfere with the signals. The scene is thus. The location is the handrail of the pier. The handrail is the standard 3’-6” high. The pier deck is about five feet above the tidal water. In other words the unit is about 8-9 feet above sea level. The read out was back and forth between -14 feet and -27 feet. My body does not have gills so it is obviously wrong. Does anybody know what is going on? Maybe time to throw it away?
It is not used often and is not really needed for my hiking, biking or paddling. Once in a while it is used for a Geocache, but not often even for that. My tag on Geocache is Texnomad.
Let us speak of hiking, biking and paddling. In the last couple of years aging has taken its toll on my body. At 63 and a life of pounding my body, it no longer needs a GPS for the three activities above. Anyplace that my body is capable of going anymore has been gone to by so many folks that a well worn trail is hammered into the ground to follow.
Now a map is needed like at Enchanted Rock Texas since there are lots of very well defined trails that intermingle with each other. However getting lost is extremely difficult to do. This makes a GPS less needed for the activities. Paddling is only done within close range of the shore where a fog bank or going blind for an hour from a migraine will not cause lethal circumstances. My goal in life for now is to live long enough to see a grandkid.
However every now and then it is fun to search out a Geocache while out trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
Drizzle, drizzle, DRIZZLE is bad enough. Then cool, Colder, COLD followed up with gray all day. So it was chase blogs and laughs for most of the day.
From the blog of GUMO (see the side bar) comes this website of a lady artist from Texas.
There were memories and good feelings abounding while reading her site. Those old campers have been in use for a million or so years it seems, but the Castle with all its conveniences will be with me at least a few more days. It was a good time just seeing all the different trailers she has found to paint.
There is one picture left in storage that is coming out tonight. On one of the trips to PINS was a sea shell that seemed to present a nice view. Here is the picture that was taken that day.
When it was picked up and held to the sun, it was very translucent and beautiful. Another great memory for me.
It has not been a great day for getting out, so all the adventures have been mental and that can be a good way to try to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
Do small adventures count???????????? Well that is what today brought for a present to me.
It was cool this morning and my knuckles did not like the idea of trying to control a fishing line. The sun was shining so a little ride to Lowe’s was made to check out an idea. The idea was a bust but the ride turned into a nice adventure.
Since the Truck was close to the Ransom Road kayak launch site, it took me there to check out the tides. The tides are back to normal. That is good. Even better there was small bait fish in the marsh. That means bigger fish soon.
My friends you are about to see a picture of a sight seldom photographed. But first the story.
While standing in the cold wind checking out the launch site, a white bird was noticed. It did not seem to be bothered by my presence on the shoreline. It kept on wading closer and closer. The camera kept up a steady stream of pictures. When the bird finally flew off it was only about four feet from me. WOW that was neat.
Here we have the bird on the hunt. It was a very good hunter because it caught several small critters during the fifteen minutes we were close to each other. It moved very quietly and efficiently.
It took several attempts to catch the bird in mid strike but success was mine. Man that bird was quick. It could beat a rattlesnake in my opinion.
When the catch was grabbed, the bird brought its head up slowly and paused before swallowing the catch. It was sort of like hurrying to the dinner table then taking your time to eat.
The catch It was a fascinating few minutes for me. Finding that a good strike picture was gotten made even more excitement for me.
In the afternoon, the sun was raising the temperature enough that a walk down at the municipal park was looking good. Two laps were made before the knees started to complain. That works out to 3.2 miles according to the trail charts.
At one of the trail junctions is one of the many benches scattered along the trails. On this bench the trees sheltered it from the cool wind and the sun warmed it very nicely. A very pleasant fellow was laid out on the bench gathering some warm rays.
The nap On my second lap, a pause to visit a minute proved interesting.
For those folks out of work and wanting a job, here is some good news. Kiewit (sp) here in Ingleside is over loaded with work for at least the next FIVE years and is in bad need of all kinds of workers. This fellow said they are not interviewing until after Jan 4, 2010. His group needs a couple of dozen folks. They are a manufacturing group of some sort and build ships, oil well platforms and lots of other things. Check them out on the internet. It certainly is nice to hear of work available for folks for a change.
Great pictures of a hunting bird and news of a lot of work for folks certainly made this a great day of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
A bright sunshine day with cooler temperatures and a damp wind gave me fits trying to have fun. A little too windy for comfortable bicycle riding and a little too cold for my fingers to handle a fishing reel, so it was just a ride around and view or walk day.
On the way to the Port Aransas ferry is a nice little park. Over near the water at a channel that goes under the highway are some benches for picnicking.
Texas Kayak Fisherman forum had an announcement that this park is going to get a major uplift in the new future. It will add some more picnic spots and double the parking area. That will be good and give a lot more access for folks to fish the City of Aransas Pass boat channel.
The channel the benches are near leads to the south and into these good fishing flats for yakkers.
During the fishy times of the year, these flats yield a lot of great fish for folks without boats as well as the yakkers. Occasionally a power boat will try to run around in there and donate a piece of a motor to the marsh gods.
Since most of this land has high elevations of three feet or less, it is common to see an oceangoing ship driving across the land. After over fifty years of seeing that, it still catches me by surprise. From the spot on the land where this next picture was taken, my eyes could not see the water of the ship channel. However the camera’s telephoto lens picked the water up. To my eyes it looked like the ship was driving across the land!
Tonight at the Whataburger, there were two nice young men sitting in the dining room and a vehicle with two yaks on it outside. So a chance was taken that the men and the yaks were connected. They were! One fellow drove from Fayatteville Arkansas to meet the other at Dallas Texas. Then the two of them drove on down here to fish for three days. They start the return trip Tuesday afternoon. It turns out their vehicle was parked down at the park with the benches in the first picture while the Team was there. After a few minutes of good conversation it was apparent they needed some local knowledge of where to put in with all the wind. The recommended spot was detailed to them and they seemed grateful to know a place to get out of the wind and get to fly-fish also. Hopefully they will have so luck tomorrow.
Getting to help someone always makes it a great day of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
This day has not been the best weather of the coastal bend. Cold, drizzle and light winds made for a gray dreary day. So it was back into the old pictures for some good things to write about.
A couple of days ago it was a nice bright day down at the beach. Warm, sunshine and gentle breeze made it a wonderful day for wandering around down there at Padre Island National Seashore. Even in the dead of winter there were nice yellow flowers blooming in the dunes to make your spirits uplifted.
As my path went along the shore, some lines were noticed. Apparently they are left by the receding water as the tide moves out. This happening was something that had been seen by me before, but never really noticed. They went on for as far as it was possible to see down the beach.
Over the dunes and through the vegetation and you find yourself in the lovely grasses of the area. There are several varieties of grasses. Some look like they are succulents, other look like they are vines. Some even look like grasses. This particular variety caught my attention as a particularly pretty grass.
When you get to visit the dunes, it always seems to make a great day of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
The sun was shining by the time my eyes opened finally. Since it was feast day, getting going early was not needed. Getting the garlic bread in the oven by 11:30 am was my most important chore to remember.
It was a miserable cold 43 F when the Truck was started to take some books back to the library to get them out of the way. 155 square feet does not have a lot of room for things to lie around. Any way, while the beach was so close a visit was made. The fellow on duty at the entrance got a big Merry Christmas from me as the Truck drove in. Walking around got to be unbearable for me so it was back to the Truck after getting this shot of all the bikini clad folks on the beach.
The strong winds have blown a lot of water out of the bay. That is good because it will give the bay a great exchange of salt water when it comes back in tomorrow. The fishing ought to pickup quickly with the new salt water replacing the rain water.
On back to the campground to assist by watching the meat cooking was next on the agenda. Brian is very good at meats and the results were dangerous to beltlines.
By the time it was feast time at 1 pm the temperature had gotten to be a very nice winter day.
The wreck hall was already decorated beautifully by the time folks started arriving with the excessively good food. We moved back and forth doing small chores and greeting new arrivals for several minutes.
Finally Rhonda had had enough and got the show on the road with a nice lady giving a blessing for us all. Since the hall is a little narrow, each table draws a number from a basket for order of attack on the food. Our table got number 2 out of three. However do not feel sorry for table three. If you have never been to an RVer potluck, then the volume of great food is beyond your comprehension. Several folks did not make it into the area due to the snow up in the far north like Dallas Texas and Oklahoma. So the rest of us had to take up the slack.
When my horrible case of swell belly had receded a bit this evening, a trip down to the harbor to check out the sunset in the making was done. These sunsets down here make great finishes to a day of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
A trip this morning to visit with Luella up at the Sinton RV Park went very well. The wind down here is blowing very strongly and the Truck was getting wobbled all over the lane until our speed was cut to fifty five mph. Then things went smoothly.
Luella and I had a wonderful visit. Swapped some stories, told some tales and generally enjoyed visiting. That makes for a fantastic day. Of note to any travelers needing a site at a great campground for a day or a few months, she has three openings right now. There were three cancellations due to illnesses in her winter Texans. It is very unusual for a spot to open there before late March. It gets a high recommendation from TheOFM. Call her at 361-364-9250 to get a spot.The golf course there in the park is a decent place to play also. Rates are $20 day, $100 week, $340 month including water, sewer, electric. There is a nice clubhouse with laundry, kitchen, bathrooms and large meeting room. Several walking path routes are available in the park.
Right after returning to the Castle another severe migraine hit, so there are no other adventures today. Taking it easy is the order of business for now in order to be ready for the big feast tomorrow at 1 pm. That will be something that an old fat man should not miss. It will be a great way to try to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
It is all about mosquitoes today. Apparently there was a large hatch last night. Leaving the Castle to head over to the dumpster was a miserable event. Heavy fighting all the way there and back was needed.
The owner of the campground was out early in response to the invasion. He got his fogger going and did a great job of covering the campground. The lessening of the invasion was immediate.
Since we are in the middle of a lot of brush and trees, by the evening the dreaded mosquitoes were moving back in. The county was called for help and they only said “we will put you on the list”.
In the evening a fishing trip to the boat ramp at Copano Bay proved to be an experience. Man did I get lucky. When the Truck pulled into the parking lot next to the salt grass, a large contingent of mosquitoes hit the Truck. I got lucky the doors were still locked. Even though the mosquitoes grabbed the door handles and tried to open the doors, it was safe inside.
Next some more mosquitoes joined the attack and grabbed the Truck rocking it back and forth. The Truck was started and backed out of the parking spot with difficulty. As we rolled forward, the fuel pedal had to be pushed harder than normal to overcome the mosquitoes pulling back on the bumper. But the Duramax diesel was too much for them and we got away for another day at trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
Most of the morning was a not so great feeling time. But in the afternoon, about 24 hours after the blood letting, it was time to run around some. Groceries came first and then what was supposed to be a pier fishing trip started.
Here in the park we are well protected from the strong winds. Thirty miles per hour wind is usually only a gentle breeze down here in the trees. When the pier was reached, the wind was nearly ferocious and with a definite chill. That is a lot different than back at the campground.
With that much wind, it was just riding around time. A turn toward the ferry to Port Aransas took the Team down to the Lighthouse Lakes (LHL) parking lot to look around. Actually a big near mess up happened right after the bridge to the islands leading to the ferry.
The first bridge has very short approaches to it. That is engineer talk for STEEP. On the down side is a spot to turn off onto the sand area along the channel. It can be a nice area to mess around. However the spot happens IMMEDIATELY after you get off the bridge. It requires a quick sharp turn across traffic onto an about three down steep slope on to the sand area. Ok no problem in the past.
So quick turn, bounce down the slope and SLAM ON THE BRAKES. There was a washout in the access with some deep salt water in it hidden behind the mangrove bushes. Man that was close, but the Truck handled it with ease. So now it was a tight turn around and get back out on the paved road.
LHL is an easy turn from pavement to pavement. A nice spot to park was chosen and the wandering began. This is a picture of the opening in the marsh to LHL. Between the Team and LHL is the channel that comes in from the Gulf going up to the City of Aransas Pass.
Note the yellow boat; there will be a test later.
Along the shore are lots of Black Mangrove seeds waiting to sprout and make more nice bushes. They are a delightful bush with many assets for the saltwater life forms. They definitely help the production of fish for me to catch.
Nearby was a shore bird very actively feeding on something. It stopped long enough to pose for the camera when it heard that it would be in my blog for the entire world to see it. Look at the big smile on its face.
It seems that the hunters during this duck season are not doing very well at keeping their trash out of the water. Lots of spent shotgun shells were washing up on the shore line. My count stopped at fifty in the first hundred feet of my walk.
And now back to the test. Remember the yellow boat. It turned out to be a yellow canoe. From the looks of it up close, it had been folded in the middle once before. The fellow paddling it was still having a good time even in a crinkled canoe. Here it is just clearing the channel on the way back to the launching spot. Those are mangrove bushes in the foreground.
After that adventure, it was back home to the Castle and supper. It made a good ending to an afternoon of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
Today is a non-adventure day. Giving blood this morning left me feeling not so great and light headed. As the day moved on, everything was doing better. Now that it is dark, my body is almost back to normal and ready to go out and play in the mosquitoes. Look out tomorrow, TheOFM WILL be out trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
Whoever said money cannot buy happiness forgot about puppies.
That line came from an entry in forum. A fellow there recently lost a long time doggy friend. Suddenly his love for a pup was needed for a pup found on the side of the road. One of the readers came up with tonight’s starting line.
Meanwhile Sturdy Steed and TheOFM had a wonderful ride around the Rockport Beach, Harbor and town this afternoon. A few nice visits came with the ride. The low point was watching police bust a young man for dope out in the park.
One wonderful feature of bike riding is you cover boring territory faster than walking. Yet it is possible to peddle slowly enough to see everything around you. A case in point is that for two years the Team has been running around in the harbor area and never noticed the veterans’ memorial in the nearby park. That has been a shame to miss it. It is a very nice memorial.
Many instances of references to Connie Hagar have been heard. She was not known to me. Today over near the main highway, this plaque to her was found.
A lot of the Little Bay area is the dedicated natural area that bears her name. This next picture is of the shore line the plaque talks about.
Riding a bicycle once again proved itself to be good exercise and rewarding by seeing things you will miss when in a motor vehicle.
The cool temperature and bright sunshine coupled with a ride on Sturdy made a great day of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
The Team has been having auditions for a new Team member. The new member must like adventures but only if safe. No recklessness allowed on this Team. OFM gets into plenty of trouble with out any extra effort required. Several bicycles were auditioned, but Sturdy Steed beat all of them easily. Other auditions did not last long, too dangerous or expensive was the usual trouble. When the dust settled from all the activity, a new folding boat won out. It will join the Team around the middle of January. The boat is a green Folbot Edisto. www.folbot.com
It is 13 feet long and about 2.5 feet wide. Most importantly it is a lot lighter than Sneaky or the SOT before Sneaky. Additionally it folds down into a couple of duffel bags that fit INSIDE the camper on the Truck. No more straining to get a boat on top of the Truck in the wind. No more pulled back muscles from having to stretch high with the wind moving a boat around in the air. This is my fourth Folbot and they are tough boats. The mini deck was ordered to go with it. The deck will be green but this shows the configuration of the deck.
Now we have the excitement of guessing what name the new Team member will earn. Outfitting a boat is also always a lot of fun.
It was cold this morning at 50 degrees. Making my morning tea warmed up the Castle just fine. From that start, the temperature climbed all the way to 70 for an hour or so this afternoon. It is great that in two more days the days will be getting longer again. YIPEEEEE.
A nice drive in the cool air sounded good, so the Truck took off and rolled north. We ended up on the Lamar Peninsula at the back side along St. Charles Bay. It was cold there at first and all that happened is taking this picture.
A lot of yaks launch along here to fish these grass flats and sand flats. Other folks wade out here a lot of the time. The deeper water gets to around three feet is all. The wet light wind was too cold, so the Team moved on to the south to the public boat ramp. My old fat body was kicked back in the Truck letting the bright sunshine warm it up. I would personally never be that lazy, but my body is bigger than me so I had to go along with it. This was the view that my lazy body had.
After a very short time it suddenly, in just a couple of minutes, got a lot warmer. So a little exploring was in order. Hearing a loud noise alerted me to another air boat bringing in duck hunters. This time of the year you get used to hearing shots fired all over the place. Within a couple of days of duck hunting season starting my Viet Nam reaction flinching even nearly goes away. Here is the mighty hunters coming in from the hunt.
After this it was back to the location of the first shore line picture to try my luck at fishing. Over an hour of casting yielded only exercise. Exercise??? Just casting a lure???? The real exercise is hopping from rip rap chunk to rip rap chunk. The chunks are not necessarily steady or good footing. Hop from one loose chunk to another and you will get practice in keeping your balance. The lack of fish evidence set up the afternoon’s activity.
After lunch and some rest for the knees, the Team headed out toward the City of Aransas Pass area. My guess is that the fresh water had chased the good fish down the bay toward Aransas Pass. My guess was very correct. However you needed a boat to get out into the bay near the pass to get some good catching. You want proof? The fish cleaning table at Ransom Road ramp has room for four folks to clean fish at the same time. There was a line of folks waiting to clean their catch.
Two nice folks near me had limited on redfish and quit fishing early. The fellow at the cleaning table to the left was finishing out four limits of speckled trout. The fellow in the next picture had a nice catch, but told me their late evening/ night catch from yesterday was much better. Those flat fish are flounder and the term for those size flounder is “saddle blanket”. He had a couple of nice black drum on the table and several pompano in the ice chest.
WOW This is great isn’t it? For the heck of it my very light fishing pole was unlimbered and an attempt at catching some small perch for fun was engaged. An hour and a half later still not one nibble. Good Grief!
As the sun started down the sky exploded into wonderful color to end a great day of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.
What a winter day!!
The morning dawned bright and clear with crispness to it. After finally getting the fat old body moving, it was time for some exercise of a good type. The city municipal park walking trail was chosen for a long walk. About midway in the walk is where the above picture was taken this morning. Now this is my kind of winter weather.
The Truck was even ecstatic about his parking spot and wanted his picture taken.
There are a lot of puddles from the several days of light rain sitting around preparing mosquitoes for the hatch soon. It will be bad but at least warm. Only a few mosquitoes during the walk were brave enough to attack and lose their lives. Many folks were out for some sunshine vitamins and enjoying just getting out of the house.
In fact today was at least twice as many folks as has ever been on the trail during one of my many walks here. The sad thing is that my legs were shot after only one lap of 1.6 miles of flat trail. They need to get in a lot better shape for BIBE and New Mexico trails.
A visit to the Rockport Beach area showed too much water puddled on the ground to get in any walking there. Alright then try fishing. There was little to no wind or waves and the water was very clear. However there were not bait fish showing around the rocks. The water was likely to fresh and we will need a couple of tidal exchanges to get things right for the saltwater fish to show up again. After an hour or so it was time to head for the Castle and lunch.
When the Team returned to the area after lunch, this was the scene. This kind of winter weather is great. Notice the two wade fishermen about midway down the left side. They did not have on waders so the water must still be decently warm.
The other pier at the park was nice to try out for catching fish also. A fellow on the pier told me that some other folks had been fishing for sheepshead next to the pier. They were very successful and took home about eight legal ones out of many more caught. My fishing gear with me was the wrong kind to catch sheepshead. At least the fellow and I had a very pleasant hour or so of conversation. He headed home and my fishing efforts continued for a good bit more.
When the sun was going down and giving a beautiful sunset, my camera was back at the Castle. I took that as an omen to finish my fishing efforts and head home also. It was a great finish to a day of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
It has been a continuum of the previous few days of bleah weather.
So for entertainment, a write up on one of my toys was finished. Sturdy Stead now has a spot in OFMDetails for your entertainment. Keep in mind my equipment gets used and maintained. It has the character that comes with adventures. If there are any questions on Sturdy, please leave a comment and maybe my feeble mind can come up with some kind of answer. Truth is optional.
As the walls were about to squeeze the life out of me, an escape was made to the library. From in the depths of the TEXAS section a couple of books were brought back to the Castle. The first time that a TEXAS section happened to me was a couple of years ago. A book was listed as "in" on the computer card catalog. It was not to be found. Finally the attendant was asked about it. He came over took one glance and asked “Did you look in the TEXAS section?” A really intelligent answer emanated from me “HUH”. He explained that they had moved all the books about Texas to a special TEXAS section and on the screen it had a spot that noted Texas. That means the book is in the TEXAS section. It still does not seem like a great thing to me, but at least the system and I are communicating now.
One of the books is an old book from way back in my past on Texas fishing by AC Becker. It has been on my list of books to read for years. Now it will be enjoyed.
The second book is about shells found on the Texas shores of the Gulf of Mexico. Little did I know what all those shells on PINS were leading to. This is the condensed pocket edition of an expert’s big volume for shell identification on the Texas shore. It still has hundreds of shells in it. It only took an hour to totally over whelm me. Too much detail for my head. My knowledge will stick with things like there is a pretty orange one or WOW look at the striped one or check out the spirals on this one. That is good enough for me. Of course a few pictures for my readers is required.
A question in my mind could use some help. Would you prefer a coastal climate with 45-50 degree damp weather (Rockport) or a desert climate (Terlingua) with 30-35 degree dry weather??? Which would be more pleasant for going out and trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
Around four am the sound of rain sprinkling on the roof vent was what was noticed as my eyes fluttered open. At least it was not very hard. The sprinkles are still going on after dark tonight. It has not let up any all day. This 150sf of trailer can get really small in nasty weather.
Finally a ride around had to happen. As the Team entered the Rockport Beach Park this was the beautiful weather that greeted us.
On down toward the far end it looked like a bird convention. The seagulls were all gathered together to sit out the weather.
Across the parking lot was the collection point for the pigeons. They were all clustered up like the weather was not to their liking. Maybe it was too wet and cold. It was all the way up to 48 degrees F.
And now you have all the excitement from today’s efforts at trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
It is amazing how not getting awakened several times a night produces much better sleep. There were no loud trucks or vehicle with loud exhausts at any tine during the night. My sleep was different than the last three weeks camped next to a major road. This had a wonderful feeling.
After a lazy breakfast spent figuring out the grocery list, it was time for another cup of tea. The grocery shopping trip was gentle and rewarding. Rockport is much more comfortable to live in than Corpus. All the desired items were in stock and cheaper than over in Corpus. Diesel was 11 cents a gallon cheaper.
The folks at the stores even seem friendlier. This is my second Christmas to be in this area. The first one was bright sun and warm. It would be nice if this one is the same. Today was supposed to be rain and nasty. Somewhere in the middle of the day the temperature went down noticeably. Later it was warm enough for just a tee shirt. Then this evening it was cooler again. Still there was only a little sprinkle a few times.
Another chore today was laundry. It was getting close to desperate time around here. Usually it only takes two loads to get the job done. Today was four loads. That is a record for me. It is not good to let things pile up like that.
Over in OFM Details is a new entry on my expenditures of this nomad lifestyle. It will be updated roughly every month. If you want extensive details you will have to go to Tioga George or Howard Payne’s blog to get details all split out. My accounting is in monthly totals only.
One other trip was to the local library. From that wonderful establishment a good book on pastel painting came home with me. It was nice to have while sitting waiting on laundry to finish.
So with a pleasant day and cool weather, my life is going great in the attempt to try to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM
Last evening after dark, the theme for the night was planning the West Texas and New Mexico tour starting next spring if things go well. It was hard work going through the new hiking books. It takes a lot of reading to find a hike easy enough for an old fat man to survive.
For those who might want to purchase these books, the books cover almost exactly the same trails. The one on the right by Laurence Parent is better written for my brain to understand. You definitely do not need both of these books. After some more research one of them will go to the local library for others to use.
A little after lunch there was a break in the fog. Rain is forecast for the next two days. Get busy said the Castle. My body responded and the Team headed for Rockport. The trip was totally uneventful. That was nice.
The site #3 is a little tight to get into. Once in the site it is very spacious. This is my second time in this site. It will likely be home until the weather abates enough to head out for New Mexico.
The fog has been very dense at times today. While taking care of a little business near the water front, the fog sometimes got very thick. This one picture was taken of the Maritime Museum behind the Rockport Center for the Arts.
Around that time, 4:40 pm, the fog really started making itself known. So the Truck positioned me to get some fog shots. Around thirty shots later, the camera had these next three for presentation. Much practice on fog shots is needed. My efforts were not the only ones out this evening. Several vehicles were scattered around with cameras and tripods getting a workout in the fog. It was fun.
The fishing pier seems to be floating in an unknown substance. Where does the water end and the air begin??? Do those fishermen on the end know which way is home??? Hmmmmm
While watching the egrets flying around, two of them had a mid air collision about three feet above the water. One went into the water mostly upside down and really complained about it. The other did a couple of barrel rolls and pulled out a screaming skim just off the water. It would have been great to get a film clip of that incident. Both seemed to be ok after the OOOPS.
Several more were making slow sweeping flights along the water. Several shots were attempted, but this is the only one that sort of worked.
And another got tired of flying around and claimed a piling for the rest of the time the Team was at the harbor. Maybe it was playing King of the Pole.
On the way home, a local restaurant that normally has decent reasonably priced food provided supper. It was well done with EXCELLENT decaf coffee. That really topped off the day of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM