Since is was a shorter day, we decided to head out at 9:00 and give us a few moments to enjoy the morning. After breakfast, packing up, unhitching, we pulled out at 8:50; 10 minutes ahead of schedule, woohoo!
The drive was quite good across Louisiana but the western section of route 10 was tired. The edges of the road showed years of shrapnel; assorted parts of vehicles, chunks of tires, stones and so on. The concrete was dirtied from years of splash, dirt, dust, and didn’t have the gleam 
of many newer, growing areas where concrete has taken over the 
landscape. Eastern Texas looks similar but the roadway is under heavy construction. It’s nice to see they are upgrading the interstate but maybe they could have waited another month, or so. The traffic pattern changed frequently from normal two-lane to steering us to the breakdown lane and I can’t count the number of times we crossed over into the breakdown lane but it means the truck and trailer get to rocking a bit and forces the driver to be painstakingly alert. Through Beaumont, then onto Houston.
Houston highway system is something to see. When we hit interchanges, cloverleafs, they’re stacked 2, 3 or even 4 high, I think; it’s a maze! The navigator and I are following directions from two GPS units and they don’t always agree. In most cases, we favor the Garmin and it is directing us to take route 288 North which sounds wrong to both of us since we know we should be heading south toward Galveston/Freeport along the gulf coast. We take 288 North because, what else are we going to do, and every thing seems fine until the GPS suggest we take the next exit to turn around. We follow the directions, take the next exit, pull an about face and now we’re heading south, which 
seems right to us now. After some reflection, upon exiting to 288 North, there was a split in the ramp with a small sign pointing left to 288 South, which we think we were supposed to take but it was all so confusing. Adding to that, each state has it’s own signage and directions, until one becomes acclimated, it creates confusion and anxiety, for some. I must say, the stretch from the Texas border until we got on route 288 South brought me so much peace and calm, I look forward to doing it again today as we head to San Antonio, about 290 miles.
The resort, a term that is used loosely in the RV Campground industry, is located right on the 
Gulf of Mexico. It’s a very nice place, with about 160 sites and a few cottages. It’s clean, freshly painted, and appears to be well managed. Our trailer is located near the road, route 332, which is a quiet road, at least this time of year, and then across the street, the dunes leading to the ocean which is just a few yards away. Normally the sound of the ocean is rhythmic, woosh, splash, woosh, splash, woosh, splash. Here, the ocean seems a little angry, somebody turned it on and it’s not shutting off anytime soon, it’s a constant roar. It was quite windy when we arrived yesterday and campers across who had a screened-in tent/canopy, were scrambling to pack it away. The sound of the ocean is so loud! I find myself putting my ear near a window trying to determine if there is a fan or engine running nearby but it’s the ocean. The ocean is so powerful, I have always been in awe of it’s power.
All systems seem to be operating normally. After the jostling trip out here, items in the trailer have shifted but nothing damaged. Most of the woodwork trim inside is affixed with staples and a couple of of pieces have popped loose, which we were warned about, will need to be mended during our stay in San Antonio. The weather for the next 10 days looks favorable with highs in the 70s. Can’t wait to get to San Antonio!
Loved the reads today and yesterday. I hope you are okay Tim from the little mishap.
Yikes, I would not want to be driving on some of the roads. Sounds like a real adventure.