My sincere apologies to MLK for co-opting and paraphrasing his famous words, but, I’ve gotta tell you, finding warmth after the past few weeks is akin to a religious experience for me. We raced through New Mexico and Texas and arrived at the coast in Corpus Christi today. I pouted a bit when we didn’t stay in San Antonio long enough to soak up the culture there. I have forgotten the Alamo. Now that we are here and WARM, I am feeling better. When we arrived we decided to walk about ½ mile to the visitor center for information on the area and a sudden cloudburst left us drenched. We laughed because it wasn’t cold. Wet I could handle, cold had exhausted my last nerve.
It is raining now as I write this. The heater has not kicked on in 12 hours and I am not wearing a sweater! We are far out of cell range and I will, most likely, post this tomorrow in town. We are, once again, at a National Park. This one is called Padre Island National Beach and we are camping within earshot of the crashing waves of the Gulf of Mexico. Too many man-of-war jellyfish here to go in the water or even to play in the sand, but we’ll have fun exploring the area for a few days.
Life lesson: Follow the sun. It is better to be warm than cold. (will revisit this when we are in Panama hot & humid)