Yesterday, we were tired and bored. Since it was only 45 minutes away, we drove to Galveston and spent about half an hour walking around on the beach.
It was my first time to “get sand between my toes” and walk around on a real ocean beach – this country boy hadn’t ever seen anything other than a lakeshore for the thirty years I’ve been alive.
I can see us taking mini-weekend-vacations down there once it warms up a bit. I can really see myself sitting on the beach in a folding chair reading a book or two.