North Padre is a great place: there are few rules, many consequences. Signs assert that jellyfish and riptides are currently on special, and yet, swimming’s not prohibited. Other signs caution of “high tides”–the big full moon spring tides. Someone I crossed paths with earlier in the day mentioned that cars had gotten swept away. But the beach is still open for driving, camping. Those people were from urban New England and probably alarmists, anyway. So I kick it into 4WD, sign myself in: Alison Vilag, party of one. I like that.
A drive exciting by day is heightened by night; tide leaves tire-popping treasures, enough people are camped out that it’s rude to use high beams. I drive a few miles, pull off the road, set a few alarms so I can check water levels through the night, drift off to sleep appreciative of being in a place where one can still make bad decisions.
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thanks for being part of our last Skies are Full of Stories.. Sunday pm- 8/8/21
thanks for being part of our last Skies are Full of Stories.. Sunday pm- 8/8/21
I really enjoyed sharing with your group! 🙂