Billy Goats At My Door

Billy Goats At My Door

Saturday, January 5, 2013

January 5, 2013, A cold day on Mustang Island

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
January 5, 2013.  Do these pictures make you feel lonely - a single hawk sitting atop a light fixture, abandoned seashells and sand on a picnic table, forlorn shelters on a beach, a single sandpiper scouring the beach for food, a sentinel stock of sea oats and a half-frozen woman hidden under four layers of clothing and wearing ski gloves?  The key to the first five pictures is in the four layers of clothing and ski gloves in the last picture.  There is no one here because it is COLD!  I didn't drive a thousand miles to be cold.  I can drive seven hundred miles west of home and be cold.  I came here to be warm.  Oh, elusive warmth, where art thou? 
 
So far, the only place I've found it is in front of the furnace in Harvey the RV.  As you will deduce from the pictures, we ventured out this afternoon.  We weren't out very long.  After a quarter-mile stroll along the beach, into the cutting north wind, we were ready to return to Harvey.  As we returned, a three-quarter-ton pickup truck was backing a trailer into a camping space.  The driver was wearing a hoodie under a Carhart jacket with a wool cap on his head.  As I passed by him, I muttered, "A wool cap and camping - it's just wrong, that's what it is, it is just wrong."  Maybe tomorrow will be a better day. 
 
 
 


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