Mustang Island. The name evokes images of wild horses running free over the dunes and beach. Nope.

To be fair, I didn’t expect to see wild Mustangs roaming the island, but when I got here yesterday I felt like I landed somewhere in the lunar module. Some would say this is what they really picture RV camping to be like. This campground is a parking lot with picnic tables and everyone is right next to each other. Last night I listened to the neighbor couple from Quebec argue in French. I heard every word, I just didn’t understand it.

This morning I’m really trying to embrace the beauty of it but I’m having a hard time. I feel a little trapped because there is no place to ride and the highway, which is less than a hundred yards from me, is heavily traveled with not much shoulder. Oh, and did I mention that everybody in Texas drives 70? Everywhere.

I was told once that the term links golf courses comes from the fact that the Scottish built golf courses on the land that links the sea with the farmland. They built them there because it wasn’t good for anything else. I guess they hadn’t heard of RV camping.

So anyway, back to trapped; I guess I’ll just have to spend my time walking the beach. 🙂

I took this picture of one of the manmade jetties because down in between those massive rocks is where the real interesting stuff is.  I tried some pictures but you really can’t see what I’m shooting.  You can see definite evidence of passed oil spills which is disheartening.

Almost all of my internet time is spent uploading pictures and the text of what I’ve started for posts, as well as editing and adding to the posts.  I wish I could take more time responding to some of the comments but wifi time is used to it’s fullest for keeping up with this and other things.  Thank you all so much for your interest and your expressions.  I’m really kinda overwhelmed by it all.

Peace to your days.