We left there and checked out their RV that we're picking up tomorrow. It's all the way over in Kingwood -- quite a trek from here. But that's nothin'.
We left there and headed to the Creek. My plan was to take them to Dido's for lunch on the San Bernard. It was closed for lunch but the sign out front said it opens at 5:00 Monday - Friday, so we decided to go eat a bit of a snack and then come back for a very late lunch / early dinner. We took a few pictures before leaving... Isn't it beautiful??
We left Dido's and headed for Sargent. The plan was to stop at the Sargent grocery for something we could eat. Well, we ended up with a summer sausage and a loaf of bread. Once we got to the Creek we were lucky to find some crackers to go with that. And a refrigerator still stocked with sodas. Good thing.
Mike couldn't resist the water, though. Before I could even open all the blinds and get the AC turned on, he was in the Creek. He wasn't exactly skinny-dipping, but close! I love that reckless abandon that he has! And if you'll remember, there isn't exactly a dress code at the creek. The neighbor boys swim in the buff, and that guy that lives down by the snow cone stand wears his skivvies outside to hang his laundry out to dry. So what the heck?
After Mike's swim, we all sat on the dock to enjoy the sun and breeze.
I love this picture of Gudren!
The day wasn't all roses, though. I wanted to show Mike and Gudren the beach -- or should I say beach area. The beach is gone. I had heard it was gone, but I wasn't expecting this. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't to have it look so barren. I got rather choked up over it. It's just that we have such happy memories of time spent on the beach. It's never been an incredible beach or anything -- we've been to some really amazing places. But it was our beach, and that was what mattered.
The Krusty Pelican building is there, but it's not going to be reopened. The owner of the property has backed out of the lease and is selling to investors. We don't know if there will be another restaurant open up, but that one is gone.
While Mike was scoping out the revetment and lack of a beach, he got attacked by a wave. His shoe was soaked. So into the back of the car it went, and we headed back over to Dido's. But when we got there, there was a sign on the door that they would not be open on Tuesdays through the winter!!!!!
Sooooo.... We came back to Houston, ended up eating at Carl's BBQ -- and Mike carried his wet shoe in. The sign may say, "No shirt, no shoes, no service." But it doesn't specify exactly where those shoes have to be!
Tomorrow we pick up the RV..... Hang on to your hats!