Sunday the 12th in the Gulf of Mexico and it's 50ish, rainy, and windy. Not the winds that we know and love in Montana, but blustery enough so that it does not feel like 50 out there.  My most previous blog was transmitted I think, from Bluff, UT. Upon departing Bluff, we drove south and east to Albuquerque, NM, spending the night at a B&B called Cinnamon Morning. Annie had stayed here previously on a personal and spiritual trek a number of years ago. As luck would have it, we were able to rent the same casita that she stayed in at that time.  We had a little time to browse a few art shops in Old Town Albq. which was fun. Found a grocery store, purchased a few groceries as we have grown weary of cheese, crackers, almonds, and apples. That evening, we grilled a couple of pork steaks, and I made the not-so-famous Mexican salad.

The drive down from Albq, NM included a stop over in a wee Texas town called Azona, named after the pagan god West Texas god, "Azona" who is reputed to be the god of over-sized, gas guzzling, exhaust belching 4 wheel drives. Judging from this first glimpse of driving through Texas, that worship is alive and as well here as it is in MT, and of course, Rock Springs, WY.

We checked in on the 9th and unloaded gear, etc. I can now see out the rear window of the Mazda and I sense that the other drivers in the world feel much better about me being able to do so. The weather, one of the reasons for selecting Port Aransas, has been wet, windy, and chilly with reassurances from locals and people of the atmosphere that it's going to improve. Nonetheless, we've pedaled the beach on the bikes, walked the beach, strolled about this little port town and not let the weather get in the way of doing things. Still, we'll be thrilled when the sun comes out to be able to read a book on the beach.

Enya continues to be a fine little traveler and is apparently comfortable with our lodging circumstances. She has seen the Gulf and from what I can tell, does not think much of the ocean as she has yet to allow the roll of a wave get close to her. Of course, Bostie's being natural sinkers may have something to do with this.

I like this little town. Folks seem friendly, the beaches are uncrowded, with miles of spots to choose from to make a day of it and there are some aquatic and birding splendors to be experienced. We aim to do it all.  No photos contained in this blog as I need to improve my skills in this arena.