Showing posts from March, 2011


South Texas (including the Coastal Bend) is the warmest part of the nation today. Highs well into the 80's... could set some new records if the weather folks are to be believed. And being hard against the Gulf, as we are, and with the persistent southeast winds blowing tropical air northward... well, it's plenty humid for this kid too. As I said in my last post, it looks like we'll be among the last of the Winter Texans here at Sandollar. Texas Highway 35 runs right past the RV Park (I can see it from my writing perch) and there's been a steady stream of RVs heading north during the past few weeks. I've never seen any estimates of how many RVs make up the seasonal migration to South Texas each year, but it must be a huge number. I think I've commented before that this is one of only three places in the Continental US that you have a chance of escaping the extremes of Winter... the others being South Florida and parts of the extreme Southwest between Yuma and S


Our 3 month respite on the Gulf Coast is drawing to a close for this year. The RV Park is clearing out and vast empty spaces have opened up... providing visibility and a direct path for the persistent and gusty southeast March winds that characterize the Gulf Coast in Spring. The past couple weeks the weather has been the same every day... low temp of 69f, high of 79f, mostly sunny, humid, and windy. Dar has her last few days of work scheduled (just 5 left) and is getting increasingly antsy as our list of "to do's" isn't shrinking as fast as the time left before departure. She's got, I think, a touch of OCD and simply must be doing something, anything... to "get it all done" before we leave. Kicking-back and relaxing on her days off is rare lately, and will probably remain so until we're back on the road again. I, on the other hand, am still firmly in the grip of "island time" and have little or no concern about the list or the impendi

Disaster Ponderings

Life is tenuous... society and civilization too. The earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear problem in Japan this past week remind me, once again, of the fragile nature of our existence on this planet. The natural history of the earth is one of long periods of relative calm interrupted by short bursts of chaos and upheaval which are dramatic... often life-threatening if not life-extinguishing. Natural disasters are a normal part of the life-cycle of the planet: earthquakes, floods, volcanoes, hurricanes, tornadoes, meteor or asteroid impacts, solar flares, and more. To these we should probably add man-made disasters to the mix as well.  And the only thing we can do about it all, in our built-in drive to survive, is to take reasonable measures to NOT become victims in the event things come un-glued and life as we know it falls apart for some period of time. Waiting for water. Sendai, Japan  Being lulled into a sense of complacency and dependency during the calm periods is a sure way to i

Life's a Beach

Life around the old RV park has been mostly slow and easy the past few days. Since the hospital census continues to be low, Dar is working fewer hours than a month ago. More of our Winter Texan friends have left Sandollar to return to their northern homes, and others are preparing to do so in the next couple weeks. By the first part of April when we're planning to depart, the only ones left will be those from the most northerly parts of the USA, or Canada. We did have one burst of adrenalin-pumping excitement a few nights ago when four of our neighbors, returning from a shopping trip to Corpus Christi, were rear-ended by a pickup truck as they (the neighbors) were turning off the highway and coming into the RV park. The impact created a sickening series of squeals, bangs, skids, and shattering glass, and sent the car spinning before it came to rest against a tree just a couple hundred feet from where I was sitting and reading just outside the bus-house door. I couldn't see an

Beach Lunch for Two

During the past two months in the Rockport area, we've neglected our "couple-ness" -- the bond we share. Between work (for Dar) and the Sandollar social club, we haven't made much time for just the two of us. So yesterday we savored a decadent and unconventional lunch together... to reconnect and escape from the recent sameness and routine that's dominated our lives. We picked up two slices of home-made cheesecake from Jama's Kitchen in downtown Rockport (Dar selected the last piece of truffle; I, a center piece of white chocolate macadamia nut; to go). Jama's makes some of the best cheesecake I've ever had. Then we headed over to Rockport beach where we set up our beachchairs under a cabana a few feet from the water, stuck our toes in the warm sand, and nibbled on "lunch" while soaking in the sun, the bay views, and some good conversation. It was simple and it was great... one of those little events we'll remember forever. Earlier in

A Slick Sleek

I've been bothered by my journalling dryspell of late. As during traveling breaks in the past, there just hasn't been much I've wanted to say and, thus, I'm lucky if I get one entry posted per week. My days along the Coastal Bend of Texas meld together to the point where days become weeks and then months before I'm really aware of it. But traveling and exploring will resume in early April... just a bit over 4 of those short weeks from now. I'm already looking at routes and alternatives for the next leg of our sabbatical project and getting more excited each day. We're thinking about heading generally east to visit long-neglected good friends near York SC. before heading back to Wisconsin for a number of family commitments in May. The hospital where Dar works isn't as swamped with business was it was a few weeks ago, and she's had more time off the past week than she's had since starting in early January. While that would seem to indicate a ge