November Sun

We had an uneventful drive down from Dallas. We took it easy, making leisurely lunch stops in small towns along way. In the end it took two days, we stopped off in the middle at a place called Lake Somerville State Park.

It was somewhat warmer that first night out of Dallas, but the real heat started the next day. By the time we rolled into the low country around Corpus Christi it was hot and humid. I was ready to dive into the ocean and cool off.

We rolled into Goose Island State Park in the midst of a November heat wave. Goose Island is actually on the bay side of Port Aransas, which dashed my hopes of a quick dip, but it was the only place we could get a campsite on short notice. The actual Gulf beaches were a 20 minute drive, with a quick ferry ride, away. There’s nothing quite like a warm November day at the beach to make you feel like you’re doing something right. Even the water temps were still in the 70s.

Unfortunately, shortly after we arrived the girls came down with a bit of a cold, and then Corrinne got sick too. To get the kids out of the bus a little (being sick in the bus is a crowded, unhappy experience), in the evenings I’d take them over to a place near the campground called The Big Tree.

It was a bit like the octopus tree in Huntington Beach, but the kids said the trees here were even better for climbing. The namesake tree was fenced off, but there were several others around that were fair game. We’d go over in the evenings for an hour or so, watch the sunset through the trees, and then walk over to watch the moon rise over the bay, before heading home to make dinner.

It’s always funny to me how we fall into these little routines even on the road. Do the same thing three or four days in a row and it starts to feel like what you’ve always done. But weather like this, and sunsets like that, are a routine I’d never argue against.