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Trip Start Sep 20, 2007
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Thursday, February 14, 2008

I have arrived in Corpus Christi and the campground is full. Well...I do have a site for one night. Have to decide if I find a different campground here for the next 2 nights or is this a sign that I should move on? Stay tuned. The sun is shining so I'm heading out for a drive.

I followed the coast to get here. It was a nice drive. The first 45 minutes was along the beach and there was hardly any traffic. I passed numerous beach houses. The styles varied considerably. The most unusual one looked like a spaceship. It was a ball. I believe it was an old metal, gas or liquid (natural, butane, kerosene) storage tank. Later in the journey I came across some storage tanks that looked the same at the refineries that dot the landscape. The coast has numerous petrochemical industries located here. It was an uneventful drive. As I was about to cross the Port Lavaca Bay a Sheriff was blocking the bridge. He made everyone pull over. A few minutes later we realize why. They were hauling a building across the bridge and it wasn't wide enough for opposing traffic.
 
I arrive in Corpus Christi and it wasn't very impressive. It's a port city. It was cloudy out and everything looked dirty. The campground was at the opposite side of town and I had to drive down the Interstate through the commercial district to get there. At the campground they ask if I have a reservation. Saying no, I ask for a site for 3 nights. They don't have any available. They can put me in a site for 1 night that's reserved for the long term stay residents. As I'm checking in a couple from London, Ontario walk in. They want to extend their stay for an extra week. The campground staff don't think that's possible, at least not in the same site. The man indicates that he was admiring my truck as they walked in. We chat for a while. Then I'm checked in and am being escorted to my site. The campground attendant also comments that she likes my truck.
 
I squeeze into a site I have to back into. There are cars and trucks parked everywhere in the roadway. The couple in the trailer next to me are from Winnipeg. They have a Canadian flag flying outside their trailer. We chat a while. They've just arrived for 3 months. They were lucky and left before the cold snap hit Winnipeg. We  chat about where I'm planning on heading in the next few weeks. They say crossing the continental divide any where further north then along the Mexican border through El Paso can be iffy this time of year. They've heard of numerous people coming from that direction and getting caught in snow storms in the higher elevations. My preliminary plans might have to be modified.
 
It's still early so I go for my drive as indicated above. I head for the coastline. As I'm leaving the campground I see 3 RVs parked at the gate. The 3 RVs from Quebec that were parked next to me in Galveston have just arrived. They had left ahead of me by a few minutes. One of the guys is walking out of the camp office. I'm assuming they have the reservations that were mentioned earlier. There are a few empty spots across from where I'm camped. The guys are all standing there as I drive by. One of the guys looks right at me. I acknowledge him with a look that says, Hey, didn't we just see each other. The other guys are also looking in my direction. They show no recognition. I don't recognize the RVs that people have as they usually look alike, but I do notice the vehicles that are pulling them or are being pulled by them if they are unique. My truck is unique. These guys are either clueless, or are purposely ignoring me. I'm assuming they are clueless, or don't pay attention to their environment. I do try to be diplomatic and give everybody the benefit of a doubt. I'll probably see them later in the campground.
 
I head to the Mustang Island seashore. There's a State Park & Campground there. The campground is full. I park by the beach next to a vehicle with Manitoba plates. A couple is walking back. They're from the Whiteshell area of Manitoba. They've just arrived in town. They were turned back at a few campgrounds. They did find a spot at a campground at the other end of town. Most of the spots are filled by local fishermen. The campground is quite grungy. I mention about the one like that, that I had in Galveston. The lady mentions that she never uses local facilities except to do laundry. She's working on her husband to get an RV with them included.
 
I walk to the beach and get some amazing shots of the birds there. I've posted very few of them here. As I'm leaving the beach parking lot guess who drives up? The 3 Quebec RVs. So the reservations were not for them. It was quite a coincidence that I did see them again. I could have left 1 minute sooner and I would have missed them. Also, why did they end up here? They had numerous other campgrounds to chose from to check out that were closer to the campground I'm at. Another of life's mysteries.
 
I continue to the end of Mustang Island to Port Aransas. There are numerous campgrounds throughout Mustang Island and in Port Aransas. As I pass by them I notice that they all look quite full. I don't stop in to confirm. I stop at the marina and park and take some sunset pictures.
 
I have to decide what I do tomorrow.
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