From Friday, October 5, till Monday, October 8, we were at the Texas Gulf Coast again for a long weekend, but this time not in our usual Port Aransas but in Rockport and Fulton – just a few miles further north than Port A, and also on the mainland, not on one of the outlying islands. Both cities are immediately adjacent to each other and thus I’ll just talk of “Rockport/Fulton” unless the distinction is important.
The week before we went had been – as far as our “old” situation is concerned – fairly hectic [well, not really hectic but filled with appointments], and therefore we had not booked any room in advance and we also had – on the morning when we wanted to leave – to take Sally to our vet to board her for the weekend, as this time we had decided not to take her with us since, having not booked a place to stay in advance, we didn’t know if we’d find one that would accept (so big) a dog. Our cats, btw, were being taken care of, as mostly, by our friends, the Saxons. But we had time enough and didn’t have to leave early at all as it’s only slightly less than a two-hour drive from here to the Gulf Coast. It’s 104 miles to Fulton. Well, we left at 1:05 p.m., on a wonderful (late) summer’s day, with bright sunshine from a blue sky with a few cumulus clouds, and at 2:45 p.m. we arrived in Rockport/Fulton.
Since we, as I mentioned above, only had decided to go to the beach at the last moment and had not booked any accommodation in advance, we had to drive around some and search for a vacant room, because, as there was the Seafair Festival in Rockport, many hotels, motels and cabins were fully booked. Mary writes about that in her diary, “Pud [that’s her nickname given to her by her father] drives us all over hell’s half acre in R-F area. But Pud does perform!” This remark of Mary’s wants some explaining, I’d guess. Previous to that, I had in vain tried to use our navigation set, which we, because of the female voice, call “Miss TomTom“, to find two addresses of places we wanted to check out for vacancies, but contrary to what happens normally I only got the information that these addresses didn’t exist. That’s the reason for Mary’s remark, “Several times Pit attempts to get Miss TomTom to perform, but she’s a dud today!” and later her pride at having found these places herself. After some searching combined with sight-seeing, which also lead us to two great-looking hotels, which we certainly will stay at some other time, we found a vacant room at the Pelican Bay Resort …
… in Fulton. They had just had a cancellation and thus we got the only room, a so-called “mini-suite”, they had available. We have never had cause to regret that decision: we liked it a lot there.
That’s what the place looked like from the highway [Hwy 35]:
Let’s take a short walk around the property.
The office and the first of the cabins:
Cabins/Cottages to the left and to the right:
They even had a “traffic island”:
Not that a traffic island had really been necessary, but with the flowers, tropical plants plus a little fountain it sure looked pretty.
The “Captain’s Quarters” are mainly for the guests in the mini-suites. Though these do have a fridge and a microwave, they lack a stove, and thus guests from the mini-suites can use the stove and oven in the “Captain’s Quarters” to cook their meals, and, if they want to, also eat at a “real” big table. Besides that, the “Captain’s Quarters” serve as a lounge for larger groups and have a room with a pool table for entertainment.
View across the swimming-pool – with a hot tub [which, as Mary found out to her dismay, was actually a “cold” tub] – towards the mini-suites:
Past the little gazebo the path leads straight to our room:
And that what it looked like from our room:
Looking from our room, or, rather, the covered walkway in front of the room, across the swimming-pool at the “Captain’s Quarters”:
What we really liked about the Pelican Bay Resort were all the old oaks, which they had left in place and built the cabins around, and which made the whole place so quiet, shady and relaxing. Even if, as it was an event weekend, the rooms were by far not as cheap as at “normal” times, and cost about as much as rooms in the two hotels we had also considered staying at, we still were absolutely satisfied with what we got and would return any time.
One more remark as to the mini-suites: our room, and I believe it can be generalized, was what I’d call “medium-to-upper” motel standard. We had two queen-size beds, a small table with two chairs, a comfortable armchair, at the end of the room a large vanity all across the room, with a sink, and on the vanity a coffee-maker and a microwave, a refrigerator under the vanity, and the door to the bathroom with a bathtub/shower combination next to this. Everything quite well kept, btw. What also was good motel standard was the fact that we had, if we so wished and not put the sign “no service, please” out, maid service every morning which took care of making the beds, tidying up the room, cleaning everything and providing fresh towels.
To be continued
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I intend to publish the pictures here and more in my “Bilderbuchblog” and, as said above, not all of them by far are mine, but quite a few have been taken by Mary.
- A Weekend in … Rockport/Fulton – Part 2 (pitstexasexpatblog.wordpress.com)
- Rockport-Fulton seeks to capitalize on Eagle Ford Shale oil, gas drilling activity (caller.com)
- Master Naturalists: Rockport’s 2012 HummerBird Celebrations (victoriaadvocate.com)
- Texas artist preps Rockport’s new big blue crab (kens5.com)