big brown beach

to the beach?

 800 steps from our rented spot we see three good signs that a beach is near...

really?

 

 

in texas they drive on the beach, and unlike florida, they will allow Me on the beach too!

 

it's lovely, cool, windy, sea spray and rain, and just what we need.  we now live on the longest barrier island in the world. we chose the north end, perhaps a little less traveled, and just right. 
 

this will pass for sunshine. no problem.

welcoming committee.  we've found the beach. 

wonder if it's cold or hot...

 

rahhhn's thinking fishing thoughts

there she goes again mumbling about most this amazing day...

i want to play with this water balloon and they won't let me. grrr... they are everywhere and some of them are moving and waving at me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life is good on our boat

through Whewston! and to the coast of Texas

traded in Sam Rayburn Lake and the beautiful
sycamore (and lake) and pines for the ultimate
roadtrip.

an even more beautiful sycamore, old, tired, gorgeous

 sometimes the price of trying to come to amerika is life itself

Houston was way too exciting, not for me, just for them. Once finished with the seven lanes of traffic, we stayed at Walmart State Park in Victoria, listened to trucks run their diesels because they can.


next day we stopped
to pay homage to the culture wars...

shoulder = no problem

cool.  looks like florida... we can do these low bridges

    

you should hear 'leen when we lose the shoulder and climb to the Sky!!!

you should hear 'leen when Ron begins to be a tour guide with one hand on the wheel. oh and while on a bridge.  with no shoulder.

The Island.  which island, we say.  The Island.  where in the world are we?

tick not mutt

so, yes. i'm kind of in the dog house.  been wandering the woods, chasing my dreams, and picking up numerous ticks.  i bring them home happily, share them as much as possible, and for some reason that's Not Acceptable.














i get myself in a tangle, admittedly...

 

 but more than often i'm standing at attention, ready to walk.  ready for anything....

  so even though i have ticks, galore, we celebrate the season.  see the tree?  see the hot cocoa with campfire melted mashmallows on top?  we're good here in frigid north texas.  and we're so ready to leave.  we want sun. beach. we want good air to breathe.

 we say goodbye to beautiful lakes and pines and frigid temps, and we head south toward sunshine. we hope.  and away from ticks. 

the blue true dream of sky and the leaping greenly spirit of our christmas trees....

backroads of arkansas

the thing is that the back roads of arkansas can keep you lost for at least five weeks. no internet, unreliable phone--it sounds peaceful, right???    












on the road, there are adjustments...  




yes. of course we have a bathroom.  well, the world is My bathroom, but my peeps have this one....

and hey. our music room has a view of the lake....  

so we're lost in this space of north america earth, and yet, we're fine. freezing, but fine. we'll be seeking south and sun as soon as the roads de-ice...   until then we listen to our tin tent roof as the rain plink plink plinks. and we huddle round the one small electric heater. we fight over the one furry blanket, totally synthetic.  i get my peeps out as much as possible, which isn't much in this freezing rain, "the wintry mix" they call it around here.  but soon, a better, sunnier day is coming. i can feel it.