I left off when I arrived in Sanderson, Texas. I’m going to just hit some highlights of the next ten days.
I spent the night and got a bit lost in Sonora, Texas, which is hard to do, then romed on up to Leander to visit a friend I hadn’t seen in nearly sixty years. SIXTY! The trip took me through the Hill Country of Texas which was in bluebonnet season.
Then down to Austin where I visited a friend from the mid seventies in Bisbee. I stayed there a few days and enjoyed a lovely visit and great views of Lake Travis.
Then down to the coast. The Gulf.
First to Corpus Cristi where I spent my first night (and only night so far) in a Walmart parking lot. Then to and across Mustang Island and on the ferry to Port Aransas. More coastal driving and a visit to the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge where I SAW A WHOOPING CRANE!!!
I didn’t get a photo, unfortunately.
I’d climbed a lot of stairs to a lovely lookout when the biggest egret in the world flew into the trees. I then realized no egret was that large, and besides, it had black wingtips. This bird was huge!!! I was mystified until I went down the stairs and saw a sign about nesting whooping cranes. That’s what I’d seen! The photo below is a stock photo.
Across Galveston Island and the ferry to the Bolivar Peninsula.
Once on the peninsula, I bought a $10 beach permit. It allowed a full week of parking and sleeping on the beach, but my one night there, though beautiful, wasn’t really good. Way too windy.
Luna Azul, my RAV, was rocking and rolling all night. Plus it drizzled and blowing sand stuck to every square inch of my poor car. She was no longer azul (blue). Thankfully, rain over the next day or so rinsed her off.
I spent the next night in a sweet little park outside a small town, again a place on the water—but no blowing sand!
I visited Port Arthur. The entrance was awful—all refineries.
But I spent some good time in the Museum of the Gulf Coast which is an excellent small museum. Highly recommended!
In addition to information on history and culture, the museum’s second floor was devoted to the musicians and music of the area.
The main reason I stopped was Port Arthur was the home of Janis Joplin.
The best part of the display was a video board that allowed viewers to search musicians and music by decade.
In Port Arthur, I also found a Buddhist Temple …
and a beautiful Virgin of Guadalupe.
From there I headed, unfortunately, to I-10 which was just about the only way to get to Lake Charles where I wanted to spend the night.
I just painted my bedroom trim Galveston tan. It makes me feel the calm of a sandy beach. Looks like you are having a great trip.
A wonderful trip! I’m really enjoying it!
I miss the bluebonnets. When living in Austin Lisa and I would take off with no destination in mind and drive around Texas. We’ve camped on the beach and ridden the ferry. I have never visited the Janice Joplin museum. We’re on the lookout for a newer car. I want to drive around Mexico except no sleeping in parking lots.
Am really enjoying reading your trip blogs. Looking forward to future editions.
As ever, you provide me a vicarious holiday in exotic country –made exotic by your adventurous, good eye! I saw the oceans of bluebonnets when I was on my 29-state Peace Pilgrimage in 1984. I’d always thought of Texax as total wasteland before!
I never much like to check Texas in general until this trip. Parts of it are stunningly beautiful. And overall it is quite friendly. Too bad about the governor.
Another visually superb narrative, especially those unexpected events and venues you’ve come across. Been as far south as Galveston which I know is a distance from Pt Arthur, but south Texas has really never enticed. Glad you’re safe and rockin on down the highway, Emily, and when you get back, wait till your hear “Wooden Ships”, or trio…we’ll be performing as you may have heard in Bisbee on Cinco de Mayo.
Hadn’t heard. If it’s recorded, or there are photos, please send it on.
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