
Thousands of people flocked to the beaches of Galveston, Texas enjoying the surf and sun as we drove RV-1 down the strip. Bathing suits, kites, surf boards, fishing poles, motorcycles, bicycles, ice cream, baby strollers, walkers, gawkers and body art are now imprinted on my brain under the file heading “Galveston”.

The Glenn Campbell song kept encroaching gently on my mind as we followed the ebb and flow of traffic across this spit of sand in the Gulf of Mexico. The loud music blaring from an open air biker bar helped shake the melody out of my brain long enough to get my bearings as we headed for the Ferry terminal. Once at the terminal we underwent a security inspection and were asked to turn off our propane tank. The Texas Ferry system is free and enjoyable. Folks get out of their cars to take advantage of the 15 minute ride across the channel to Bolivar Peninsula.

Our 40 foot RV scrapped the ramp as we loaded, but other than that the trip was uneventful.

I grabbed a soda from the icebox, made a snack and headed out to take some pictures and enjoy the day. We ended up at a nice campground with full hook-ups and a front row seat to a very nice sunset.

And as I watched the sun retire I heard somewhere on the backroads of my mind...
“I still see her standing by the water
Standing there lookin' out to sea
And is she waiting there for me?
On the beach where we used to run...
At Galveston, at Galveston”
Traveling across America on land and sea - Jim Twamley, Professor of RVing
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