SPI beach misadventure
I patched a small hole on the airstream, did a little customizing as well. bottle opener worked great and the taiwan beer was pretty good.
he couldn't wait to get to the beach and dig a hole. he wore his camping shirt too.
gulf oysters, not as good as cold water oysters we had in maryland. we enjoy happy hour with johnny at the palapa bar at the end of pier 19.
she was trying to avoid the camera.... HA!
our first morning, I was prepping a big breakfast in the airstream. I knocked all 18 eggs off the counter, no survivors. that was a real mess. I cleaned them all up and I accidentally dumped a quart of home made chicken stock... cleaned it up and decided we should go out for breakfast. pier 19 breakfast was only about $20 and it was good.
went to the beach...
it's hurricane/tropical storm season...
then 50 mph winds struck. sand was stinging any exposed skin and everybody's stuff went flying over the dunes... we made a quick escape. went back to the airstream and watched the duke in True Grit (1969). we'd watched the cohen bros version a few days prior. both great movies.
kat and #1 son went fishing. we'd planned our dinners around the red snapper she would surely catch.
skies were dark and seas rough, they returned with seasickness and no fish...
I stumbled upon a baby sea turtle release on the beach near the sea turtle hospital.
see the video at the bottom of the post to see those little guys head straight into the surf.
pitchers of beer are only $11.50 regular and $8 for happy hour at the padre island brewing company. good pizza too.
for her birthday, she only asked for beer bread from the padre island brewing company. and that stuff is free! how lucky and proud we are.
the kids load up on quarters for the pool table on the second floor. #1 son was so proud that he beat his mom.
things got a little bit crazy...
kat decided #1 son deserved a wedgie, she chased him around the pool table and tackled him with #2 son close behind, poking with the cue.
then after a few beers.... we got suckered into the crap store (tourist trap) next door. they had a sign that read "FREE HERMIT CRABS"
meet Padre, our new hermit crab.
the weather improved a bit every day...
and #2 son noticed that we drive by this shark (tourist trap) every day. each time he insisted we must stop, we eventually did. of course he didn't want to buy anything, but we'd taken the bait. the daughter did manage to find a dress she had to have. it was her birthday trip and she deserved it.
and on our final day.... the weather and surf was just perfect. then the koa called to ask why I hadn't moved our airstream out of our space, the people who had reserved it for that night were waiting.... the dates we had in our iphone were not exactly the same as our actual reservations. the daughter and I raced back and moved the airstream to another spot and we extended our reservations. it was a bit stressful... but we were back at the beach within an hour. the kids in the site next to us told me all about their deep sea fishing trip that yielded so many giant red snappers they had to give some away! now we know, fish don’t bite in rough seas
clamato michelada!
he spent more than five hours in the sand and surf each day. he always makes new friends and spends his time with some new family. he comes back with their email address and asks me to make plans to visit... really. he's networking.
