…but without the Pinta and Santa Maria. No, I don’t know where they are. They probably blew away in one of the many hurricanes.
It’s been one year since I got my RV and simultaneously became a full-time RVer. ONE YEAR! It’s gone by so fast, and I still haven’t seen even half the things I want to see.
I’m sorry I don’t have a fascinating post to mark the occasion but, frankly, it snuck up on me. I’ve been a bit preoccupied with missing my feline copilot, a little not-so-local sightseeing to distract myself, and looking for a *choke* job. Preferably one that keeps me traveling with my RV.
So instead of a
witty wordy post, I offer another of those “mostly photos” posts because I’m phoning it in this week. Like Playboy does, but without the nakedness.
Corpus Christi, Texas
While I was on the Texas Gulf Coast, I made it to Corpus Christi a few brief times. Corpus Christi is a beautiful, clean city with a stunning shoreline. Alas, being the lousy photographer I am, I don’t have any pictures of the aforementioned stunning shoreline so you’ll just have to take my word for it.
In my defense, I always thought I’d have the opportunity to come back and take the photos I wanted, but I never got that chance. Neither did I get to see the U.S.S. Lexington or the Maritime Museum. While I did enjoy a couple concerts at nice concert venues courtesy of some friends, I only got to try one (so-so) restaurant. I’m sure there are better ones.
For your viewing pleasure I offer you one photo of the Nina, without the Pinta or the Santa Maria. (But I’d bet it’s one more photo than you’ve ever seen of the Nina.)
Ok, so it’s a replica of the Nina. The Pinta and the Santa Maria replicas weren’t in the harbor or I would’ve supplied crappy photos of them, too. I think they got washed away in one of the massive Gulf Coast storms, but that’s just a guess.
Since this post doesn’t come close to meeting the recommended minimum post-length guidelines, I present to you more photos of somewhere else that I don’t have much witty or wordy about which to say.
Oh, just look at them anyway. They’re pretty photos, and better than the one above.
Ok, maybe not by much, but they’re still framed better.
Aransas National Wildlife Refuge
The refuge is in Austwell, Texas, about an hour and forty-five minutes north of Corpus Christi on the Gulf Coast.
This is where I saw my first alligator in the wild. Ok, so he was a lot smaller than I expected, maybe only five feet long. I thought I’d be scared, but umm not really.
No, he didn’t charge me or anything. He didn’t even yawn. He pretty much looked like a log unless you squinted and looked real close.