Final Beach Visit of 2010

I ended up golfing on Friday.  At the last minute Mark came in the trailer and said, come on - Maurice is here, we're leaving.  I wasn't mentally prepared, but it was the perfect day to golf.  Mark shot 83! 

Since we're leaving here on Thursday, I wanted to get down to the beach one last time.  Saturday morning we headed to Mustang Island.  Along the way we stopped at a couple of brand new RV parks that some friends had recommended.  One was very nice, and had there been a golf course within 20 miles, we would probably put down a deposit for next year.  

We finally made it to the beach around noon.  There were lots of RVs camped on the beach.

One trailer, not with this group, was 10 feet from the water's edge, and the tide was out.  Since it was in the 80s, there were lots of people on the beach, but only a few brave kids in the water.  I managed to get a finger in, and it was cold.

My favorite homemade rig.  A fairly new pick up truck, towing a flat trailer, but a truck camper mounted on top.  If you look closely, you can see the dachsund dog on the back bumper.  What you can't see on the other side of this trailer - the Dad was boiling or steaming whole fish in a large kettle of water.  We peeked inside the back where the door is open - a woman and a child were both inside.  I think these people are living in this rig.

We walked the beach and then the pier watching the people fishing - none were "catching."

Today we lounged around the park.  Mark washed the trailer while I supervised.   Tonight is the final ice cream social of the season.  The park is empying out as everyone is starting to meander back home to the northern states and Canada.