Tx 87 took me along the Bolivar Peninsula, with the Gulf on my left and Galveston Bay on my right. Between the road and the bay was either bayou, or grazing land for cattle, goats, or swamp donkeys. The beach, was not very big, and there were more piles of black sand, left from the BP oil spill, I presume. The area looked like much of the Gulf coast in Mississippi, and Louisiana-like it was hurricane ravaged and has never recovered. As I rode along, however, numerous nice beach homes began to appear, but businesses, gas stations and restaurants were conspicuously missing. The only businesses were related to the hurricane recovery industry ( lumber, landscaping, sand and dirt, hardware, paint, earthmoving, construction businesses). As I got to Crystal Beach, which is where we decided to camp, the homes were nice, with many still under repair, and much new construction. We stopped after only 40 miles because we have to take a ferry across the Galveston Bay, and go thru Galveston before we come to another campground, and due to my late start, it wasn't going to happen before dark. We had a little time to kill, so we took the Jeep onto the beach and cruised around until sunset. The beach was wide at Crystal Beach, and packed down like Daytona Beach, and there was quite a bit of activity, so there are people around, even though its only the beginning of March. We had spaghetti for supper, and stayed settled in for the evening.
As I got onto Bolivar Peninsula, I saw my first cowboys!!! Seriously, they were on their horses and were herding cattle! Unfortunately, I couldn't take a picture since I was driving my new baby!
|Remnants of Ike|
|Spring is coming|
|Life on High Island, TX|
|Look behind the donkey and you will see a steer.|
|Cruising on Crystal Beach|