We woke up to a gray day.
Lots of it.
We get to the pyramids
and Mr. Hawthorne refuses to go in without his umbrella.
And the umbrella is somewhere in the truck bed
but I can't find it.
I'm the one standing in the pouring rain
with just my jacket with a hood
trying to find the damn umbrella.
Finally, I said screw it,
and started walking up to the rain forest pyramid.
Mr. Hawthorne remains in the truck.
By the time I get to the door,
I am pretty much drenched.
It gets better.
There's a sign on the door
saying "Closed for renovations."
I squish my way back to the truck.
And we leave Galveston.
There's a wall between the highway
and the "beach,"
which is pretty much non-existent.
We get to go on a ferry.
Gulls fly right along with us.
And there were plenty of dolphins feeding.
There's evidence of houses once being here.
I think Katrina might have taken care of them.