in Matagorda, Texas.
John and I had a great time last week. We both agree it was our best vacation ever. We camped in our travel trailer at Matagorda Bay RV Park on the Colorado River, just a stone's throw from the Gulf of Mexico.
Each day I took a nice long walk on the beach. It's fascinating to me how it's always the same, yet ever changing. Here's what I mean:
One day we kayaked over to what we call The Wild Beach. It's just across the mouth of the river from our campsite. The only way to get to it, as far as I know, is to swim there or boat over. Besides us, there were only two surfers there that day and they weren't interested in searching for shells, so we had the place all to ourselves for beach combing.
We found some really nice whelks (some bigger than my hand) and this large murex.
The rest of our vacation was spent fishing. I even fished this time. I like to catch fish, but I will not take them off the hook because I'm afraid of getting poked by the fins. This makes me a burden to bring on a fishing trip, but John assured me he wouldn't mind at all. He bought me my own rod and reel and taught me everything he knows about fishing.
We caught lots of fish--about 20-25 apiece each day. Some were too small to keep and some we wouldn't eat, so most went back into the water. I picked out just a few of mine to show you.
Yes, he's really hooked. I had a bigger fish on the line, but he got away. This guy was probably something he had just eaten.
This one was a keeper. In fact, he will be supper tonight.
So, that's the abbreviated version of our week long vacation in Matagorda. Next time I'll show you the little bit of knitting I did while we were there.