Two days ago we once again were – surf temperatures of 88 degrees are really inviting and even that high a water temperature still has quite a nice cooling effect when air temperatures are way over 100 dgrees – in Port Aransas, our favourite place here at the Texas Gulf Coast. We had left fairly late, at around 10:15, but then it’s only about 90 minutes to get there. Well, actually 90 minutes to Aransas Pass onh the mainland. And then, via the causeway and a quick ferry trip [there was barely any waiting] across the Intracoastal Waterway plus a short distance in Port A [as it's called by the natives] itself, and we were at the beach, after a little less than 2 hours altogether. After quickly erecting the canopy, putting the beach chairs in the shade under it, and slathering on sun screen [which you really need to here as we're on the same latitude as the northern Sahara and a tad more to the south than C ], we could simply relax, listen to the soft murmur of the surf and the chirping of the birds and … just “let our soul dangle”.
This time, btw, we had brought Sally for the first time. Before, we had always left her at home, together with Buster, when we went to the beach for just one day. And when we wanted to stay at the beach for more than a day, we had taken her to Dr. Patton – our vet – for boarding. But now, as Buster is no longer around [we're slowly and reluctantly admitting to ourselves that he very likely won't come back], we just wanted to find out if she might like the sea and the beach, especially as we know that she – contrary to Buster – does not feel uncomfortable when travelling in the car. And we also thought it might be easier for her in the sea breeze than somewhere around outside the house or in the garden. It’s simply way too hot here just now. Thus, if that day would go well, we’d know that we could take her for a (long) weekend, too. With us she does feel more comfortable, of course, than when boarded – even if she’s really well cared for at Dr. Patton’s – which we call “The Patton Hilton”, btw.
Well, there we were, at the beach:
Sally, btw, shows her typical pose here, when she’s somewhat afraid: head down and tail between her legs. Talking of Sally being afraid: that’s something I need to write another entry about some time (soon).
Well, it might be Venezuela and not Cuba – my inbuilt compass is not that accurate. I had fairly quickly been able to persuade Sally to come to the water’s edge with me. To the best of our knowledge – we don’t know exactly, of course, as she came to us as a stray – it was her first time at the beach and in the water.
After all, one has to get used to it. And that’s why she deserves a little pat on the head. Later she came with me into somewhat deeper water and started paddling with her paws: a natural-born swimmer! What she didn’t like, though, was when waves hit her directly in the face. Well, who actually does??
We’re coming back.
After having been in the water twice and also walking along the beach for a while Sally has really earned her rest.
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- Port Aransas get ready for Texas Sand Fest (gulfscapes.wordpress.com)
- Family fun this weekend in Port Aransas, (gulfscapes.wordpress.com)
- Update on Sally (pitstexasexpatblog.wordpress.com)
- Sally Is Back Home Again (pitstexasexpatblog.wordpress.com)
- About Myself | A German Expat’s Life in Texas (fourbluehills.com)