Mercifully, the Bronco season is over. Almost… almost… almost, naah. No more of that. Now we can watch playoff football without being tortured by the Broncos. Drove down the national seashore beach and over Yarborough Pass to the Laguna Madre side. Long billed curlews, red knots, white tailed hawks. A quiet start to another exiting year. Happy New Year all.
Gulf waters
A spoonbill visits our pond every evening.
Golf course lot
Here is a picture of what the new RV site we just bought looks like so far. It’s a pie wedge 24 feet wide at the entrance, and 74 feet wide across the back, looking out across the lake to the fairway (the lake and the fairway are not actually there yet, but we can see where they have been roughed out).
Nothing
Nothing new. Nothing to write about. We’re having stormy weather here too, just like Colorado, except we’re seventy degrees and raining… and it’s calm. Oops. Sun just came out. Quiet days getting some end of the year work stuff done; a productive time. Talked to our Daughter in Denver, and the word “frickin” crept into the conversation several times. Maybe being snowed in is beginning to take its toll? Well that’s all there is. Boring boring boring. Let us know if we need to pack up and go somewhere else so we’ll have adventures to write about.
Port a
Terns are so fast….. even when they’re standing still.