A few years ago we took a vacation to Galveston. It was my first time to visit the Texas coast, and I fell in love with it! I am from the east coast, and there is just something about the waves crashing on the sand, the salt water, and the sea gulls that just gets in your system and you can never get it out. No, it's not quite the same as the ocean, but it certainly feeds that need for the beach, especially when it's only 5-ish hours away.
My hubby had taken off a few days of work, and asked if I wanted to go camping or to the coast for Memorial Day weekend. And while it has been quite a while since we've gone camping, the coast is always my first choice-especially when the weather is in the upper 80's. Before getting to Galveston we have to go through Houston. Houston always intrigues me-it's a place I think I would enjoy exploring, but have never stopped-mostly because I know the beach is an hour away. I love the skyline!
And I always try to get a picture of the Texas version of Mt. Rushmore, but it never quite works out for me.
And just a short drive later (well, it seemed short to me since I was napping-my hubby said we were sitting in typical Houston traffic), and we arrived to cross the bay onto Galveston Island.
By this time you can smell the salt water. This area reminds me of back home.
And here we are at the sea wall! Just look at those waves! Gorgeous!
Since it was about dinner time, I knew we needed to eat before we could go swimming, but I couldn't eat without first walking down the the water...
...and putting my feet in the sand.
Lots of seaweed this year as you can see. After dinner, we came back for a few hours and enjoyed the gulf-swimming, catching waves, building sand castles, flying kites, collecting shells, and in general just being beach bums. No pictures of that though-last year I ruined my phone by getting too much sand in it, so I left it in the car this time.