Mustang Island

Wednesday we pulled up stakes and moved down the road and across the pass to Port Aransas. We had booked a spot here on the Island when we were over a while back. This is the kind of day that makes one glad to be here, glad to be alive. Sunny and bright, the air temperature in the high seventies. Our plan is to stay here a month, then decide what is next.

It is certain that there will be beach time, singing, and dining. The first because the beach here is wonderful and is about seven blocks east of us; the second because we, and especially BBBH, love to attend the jam sessions here on the island. It is amazing how many old people are gifted with musical talent and how eager they are to get together and make music. The third item is a function of the abundance of eateries here, and the fact that we do get hungry on a fairly regular basis.

We spent a good part of our honeymoon here on Mustang Island thirteen years ago. In fact, we would have been heading for home on this date, I think. It was five years, then, before we returned. This time we had joined the ranks of our country’s RVers. We stayed  for an extended period. I think on three other occasions since then we have spent part of our winter here, but this is the first time we’ve camped here since 2009, though we have visited several times for short term fun.