For some reason, this seems to be our practice trip for long rambling retirement trips. We just move with the weather and our own inclinations. Once a week or so, we do a chores day and do laundry, shopping, and whatever other errands or projects need doing. The rest of the time we just ramble. We make plans; and they change daily.
I’ve been thinking about work again lately. I think it’s time to head back that direction soon. I’d better treat it well. That work is what will make the extended trips of the future possible.
We went back to the marsh boardwalk again before we left South Padre. We were happy to see the clapper rail, but I really want to see an American Bittern. A Least Bittern would be cool, but there is not as much chance of finding that. We talked to some people at the boardwalk that had seen an American Bittern there earlier in the day, so we’ve watched and watched. Zero. Maybe we’ll stumble into a good marsh up around Corpus Christi.
Our birding has shifted a little. Rather than just looking at all the birds we see until we see something new, we’re more likely to research what birds there are in an area, pick out which ones we want to see, then go looking for specific birds. Just a little shift in focus. We still look at all the birds we see as well.
We’re back at the beach. Got an oceanside site at Malaquite. It’s on the Gulf of Mexico: waves and sand and everything. Won’t do much birding here. We’ll mostly just hang out on the beach. Maybe we can get a kite out tomorrow. Haven’t flown a kite yet. I got Judy a couple cool kites for Christmas. One of them has a forty-five foot tail. Besides, most of the birds here are those crummy shorebirds that all look alike in the winter anyway.
Had a pretty good dinner. Judy roasted a turkey. That, along with mashed potatoes, dressing, cranberry sauce, and peach nectar came together nicely.
And still, we call it camping.
Took a walk after dinner. Got to watch a giant orange moon rise up out of the ocean. Spectacular.
On these January trips we hang out with all the old people in RV parks. Snowbirds and Winter Texans. We pick up lots of advice along the way about what to do as we get older and how to age gracefully. Yesterday’s words of wisdom from Frank, the campground host, were: “You’re only as young as the women you keep.” I think that was a reference to the young woman with me. Works for me.
Took Annie for a two mile run along the beach. This was my chance to run barefoot in the sand along, and sometimes in, the water. Annie is a riot. She runs ten times farther than I do in the same amount of time, and with considerably more enthusiasm. I think I look better when we’re through though. My ears aren’t nearly as wet.
Now Annie’s getting a bath and blow dry while I’m writing this. Ooh. Maybe I could finagle a turn next.
I’ve noticed something that will apply to longer trips in the future. I haven’t done the usual exercises for several weeks and my lower back is beginning to talk to me. I run every day, but that doesn’t do much for the back. I think I need to get back to the back machine and the ab machine. I’ll need to figure out something portable for future trips.
We were standing on the beach watching some shorebirds, sorting out Willets, Sanderlings, Ruddy Turnstones, and Red Knots; when a falcon popped over the dunes and crashed into the middle of them. He didn’t get any of them and flew away empty taloned, but it made the birds disappear in both directions as far as we could see for twenty minutes.
I’ve been thinking about work again lately. I think it’s time to head back that direction soon. I’d better treat it well. That work is what will make the extended trips of the future possible.
We went back to the marsh boardwalk again before we left South Padre. We were happy to see the clapper rail, but I really want to see an American Bittern. A Least Bittern would be cool, but there is not as much chance of finding that. We talked to some people at the boardwalk that had seen an American Bittern there earlier in the day, so we’ve watched and watched. Zero. Maybe we’ll stumble into a good marsh up around Corpus Christi.
Our birding has shifted a little. Rather than just looking at all the birds we see until we see something new, we’re more likely to research what birds there are in an area, pick out which ones we want to see, then go looking for specific birds. Just a little shift in focus. We still look at all the birds we see as well.
We’re back at the beach. Got an oceanside site at Malaquite. It’s on the Gulf of Mexico: waves and sand and everything. Won’t do much birding here. We’ll mostly just hang out on the beach. Maybe we can get a kite out tomorrow. Haven’t flown a kite yet. I got Judy a couple cool kites for Christmas. One of them has a forty-five foot tail. Besides, most of the birds here are those crummy shorebirds that all look alike in the winter anyway.
Had a pretty good dinner. Judy roasted a turkey. That, along with mashed potatoes, dressing, cranberry sauce, and peach nectar came together nicely.
And still, we call it camping.
Took a walk after dinner. Got to watch a giant orange moon rise up out of the ocean. Spectacular.
On these January trips we hang out with all the old people in RV parks. Snowbirds and Winter Texans. We pick up lots of advice along the way about what to do as we get older and how to age gracefully. Yesterday’s words of wisdom from Frank, the campground host, were: “You’re only as young as the women you keep.” I think that was a reference to the young woman with me. Works for me.
Took Annie for a two mile run along the beach. This was my chance to run barefoot in the sand along, and sometimes in, the water. Annie is a riot. She runs ten times farther than I do in the same amount of time, and with considerably more enthusiasm. I think I look better when we’re through though. My ears aren’t nearly as wet.
Now Annie’s getting a bath and blow dry while I’m writing this. Ooh. Maybe I could finagle a turn next.
I’ve noticed something that will apply to longer trips in the future. I haven’t done the usual exercises for several weeks and my lower back is beginning to talk to me. I run every day, but that doesn’t do much for the back. I think I need to get back to the back machine and the ab machine. I’ll need to figure out something portable for future trips.
We were standing on the beach watching some shorebirds, sorting out Willets, Sanderlings, Ruddy Turnstones, and Red Knots; when a falcon popped over the dunes and crashed into the middle of them. He didn’t get any of them and flew away empty taloned, but it made the birds disappear in both directions as far as we could see for twenty minutes.
I think I may be dealing with a sleep disorder. We slept some twelve hour nights at the start of the trip just to catch up. Then we slept some more because it felt good. Then we slept some more because we could. I thought I would have been saturated by now. Instead, I find that if we go to bed late, or get up early, and I don’t get my twelve hours I only get ten, I feel cheated.
We have coyotes here that are way way too unafraid. It’s spooky to be driving down the beach and see a coyote in the middle of the day, and he doesn’t run and hide when you see him. Instead, he comes right up to see if you have something good to eat. We’re being pretty careful with the pets, but it wouldn’t take much of a lapse to lose one. Right now it’s nighttime, and Rags is rattling on the screen door trying to get out to play in the dark. Not a good idea.
We didn’t do much today: a chores day. Did some laundry. Bought some food. Washed some windows. Watched some football. Walked on the beach.
Now we’re planning our return to civilization. We’ll leave the beach first thing tomorrow morning and take several days to get home.