Sunday did not go according to Hoyle! We woke about 7 and by 7:21 I had looked through the weather forecasts for NOLA, Lake Charles, and Galveston for Sunday and Monday. With rain and mild wind on the books for Sunday but strong winds forecast for Monday we dis some serious reconsideration.
An hour later we had packed the coach, fueled and we were on our way to Galveston. I’d rather drive in rain with a little wind than drive in strong winds from the wrong direction.
And so it is that we had an interesting day.
There was an overturned vehicle on I-10 near Baton Rouge. The highway was closed and we thought we were following the illuminated directions but evidently we were not. We exited at US 90 (Business — not main route) and ended up downtown with 58′ of coach and tow. Then before we knew it we were in the middle of a walk/run route. And then we were being escorted out of the run/walk route by a member of the local constabulatory. We put on a bunch of miles but weren’t any the worse for wear.
Then there was the rain. When everyone — including the semi’s — are driving 40 MPH down the 70 MPH Interstate with 4 way flashers on you know it’s raining just a little bit.
If you didn’t know Texas has a long tradition of free ferry services and the Bolivar / Galveston ferry is among them. Service is quick — and on a windy rainy Sunday there was no appreciable waiting time.
We arrived at Galveston Island State Park moments before the registration staff left for the day. The park is about 15 miles further on down the road from Galveston city and there’s not much out here — sand, saw grass, and what else we’ll have to find out when the sun comes up and we can see where we are!
This is our first stay in a Texas State Park so we have a lot to experience, and a lot to learn about Texas State Parks. We purchased an annual pass for the car, saved ourselves $20.00 and wound up with coupons good for three nights stays.
Ok — I’m tired and the wind is howling like a Banshee. (I’m writing this Sunday evening before bed) Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll talk with you tomorrow.