We were up and at ‘em this fine day-before-Valentine’s-Day. By the way, Happy Actual Valentine’s Day to all. But we loaded up yesterday and finally got back on the road again. No, really on the road this time. Road Trip!
For this one we headed south. Hey, after freezing through Cailyn’s soccer game on Wednesday night (which they won, 3-0, on a great defensive game by the Vaughan kid), we were hoping for some warmer weather a little closer to the equator. Besides, there is one more National Park in Texas we have not yet visited. Palo Alto Battlefield.
So … we hit the road around 9:15. We decided to make it more interesting, so we headed roughly west toward the SanLuis Bridge and the Blue Water Highway. That gave way to some other roads. No idea which ones - trials and travails of dependence on modern technology. We just followed the app. After a quick stop in Lake Jackson for some breakfast for lunch, we continued on to what became our first actual destination. Port Lavaca’s Half Moon Reef Lighthouse. Tiny little thing. Nowhere near the water any more, either. But hey. History and all. Also, the community center next door had some really nice bathrooms.
We thought about seeking out the Indianola historical marker. But said technology insisted that it was “permanently closed.” I know it’s closed. It doesn’t exist anymore. It was wiped out by a hurricane. Hence, “historical marker.” Oh well. Pass on the marker.
Next stop was a true find. The Big Tree. Yep. After following a winding road back toward the Gulf, and after driving right past it, because we were looking on the opposite side of the road, we finally stumbled upon what was touted as one of the oldest trees in the state of Texas. Maybe 1100 years old. Karankawa Indians supposedly had some human delicacy featured feasts under its branches. And more than one capital punishment by hanging was carried out there. Not sure how they determined all that. But we took a selfie anyway. Woohoo.
The next adventure was one that wasn’t too new to us. We got to ride a ferry. Similar to the one in Galveston, this one was kind of like its baby brother. It was smaller, and it didn’t have a place to exit your vehicle and watch for dolphins. Guess why? The whole ride just lasted about five minutes. Woohoo.
Our next attempt at adventure was to view a physically inaccessible lighthouse. Sadly, our attempt simply failed miserably. Best we could do, even with binoculars and a camera zoom lens, was a pirate ship. I think it was on a raiding party at a local restaurant. We didn’t stay to watch the carnage.
Next we drove over a few blocks to check out Chapel on the Dunes. I was curious if it was anything like Seaside. Nope. It was a tiny little thing up on top of a hill in the middle of a neighborhood. Quite cute, actually. Probably could seat about 12 or 14 people. Oh, and the walks and ceiling were painted like one of those churches in the Hill Country. The doors were locked, so we could only look in through the windows, but I am almost certain there was a painting of Elvis among those on the ceiling. Strange.
Well, that proved to be enough adventure for one day. We made our way to the hotel, checked in, left again to grab some supper, then settled in for the night. Phew. Long day.
Hebrews 4:10 says, For the person who has entered His rest has rested from his own works, just as God did from His.
Father, thank you for a great day of adventure. Looking forward to some more today. Amen.
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