In
a tree.
White
Ibis.
Nope.
South Texas Coast.
An
excellent stay on Goose Island. We finished up and drove home yesterday.
Tonight
it’s raining for the first time in months.
Only
2,000 sq ft, so not that much to maintain. Located just north of the
entrance to Aransas National Wildlife Refuge where the whooping cranes winter,
on four acres of property. Private pond. 325 feet of bay frontage.
And
lucky you, it’s on the market! 1.6 million and it’s yours.
Drove
into Rockport for a visit with Dovie. She’s the one who painted pelicans
and spoonbills onto shirts for Judy all those years ago.
Now
in her late 90s, she says we’re the most longtime friends she has from the
shop. It has been 25 years. She made all the fish decorations on
that shirt she’s wearing. Now she uses a computerized sewing machine
though, instead of hand-painting. She says she just doesn’t have the time
to do as much artwork now.
We’re
at Goose Island State Park, 180 miles north of Sandpipers.
Bayside.
Fresh sea breeze, but we’ll take a sheltered site in the forest for a few days.