Camping on the beach sounded so romantic. Soft breezy nights with the sound of the ocean playing in the background. Long walks, hand in hand, sand gently caressing bare feet.
Being a Oregon gal who loves her Oregon coast, I have leaned that living on the beach brings its own woes as well has those happy and romantic moments. Living about 100 feet from the ocean these last 10 days has taught me some very good lessons. Although it is cool to walk around barefoot in the sand all day wearing shorts and a T-shirt, that same sand finds it way into the house, grain by grain. We won’t even mention what Morgan brings in and Annie, well, she stays inside most of the time.
The first few days here I was on top of the sand getting all over stuff. Sweeping and shaking out rugs and getting out the vac cleaner. After 10 days it is almost a lose-lose situation. We will be cleaning up sand in the rig for months. When everything gets put back in the basement, we will be cleaning out sand there for months.
Another lesson irratant is the dampness. Yes, everything is damp. My sea salt grinder grinds out clumps of salt instead of nice, fine grains. The clothes in the closet are now feeling “damp-ish,” as well as our bed sheets. The humidity here is very high most days and everything including ourselves feels clammy. (yes, we have those keep dry things in the closets!)
Of course, as you know, our timing stinks to enjoy the beach at Port Aransas. Spring break here is Spring Break Hell. The kids have stolen a case of water from under the steps of the rig. Yep, they had to bend down and go into contortions to get at it. They also took one of the solar animals Kathy and Terry gave us for Christmas. They have tripped over every line that was holding down our screened porch to get up the hill to pee. What I see from this holiday is that spring break for these kids is a chance to forget respect, morals and the law, and this community lets them. Granted, the thousands of kids that came here can be a handful to control – which is just saying no one can control them.
Rust is another culprit. Any metal no matter how small became a hostage of the dampness. The hitch, the hitch ball, the steps, the clasp on Morgan’s lead. Rust, rust, rust. We noticed the rust after 2 days on the beach so imagine what 10 days has accomplished.
Beach living is for a special person who can put up with rust, sand and wet. This is something I learned on our own Oregon Coast. A nice place to visit but wouldn’t want to live there!!!
We have enjoyed our visit here and look forward to Sunday when all these kids are gone. To once more enjoy the sounds of the ocean and walk along the beach without stepping on their trash.
We will be remembering this stay for the next few months as we try to get every grain of sand out of our rig and treat all the rust spots.
After saying that, life is still good. Rather awesome really. God is freedom.
After writing this, the next morning we discovered that our friends outdoor chairs were missing. They recovered one. It was also discovered that someone tried to get in their basement. That is when we decided it was time to leave. The authorities were telling us that Friday night and Saturday night were worse than anything we have currently seen. So we packed it up, found a reasonable RV Park and left the beach. Dale went to put the blocks for leveling in our bin and found that someone had taken all our leveling blocks presumably for firewood. Nice. I guess we didn’t them as much as we thought we did.
So we are on the outskirts of Corpus Chrisi in what is called Flour Bluff. We are at the Laguna Shore RV Park and it is across from the bay (land between us and the bay) and owned by really nice, nice people.
It is taking our bodies a while to relax from the BOOM, BOOM, BOOM of that awful music! Too funny.