Galveston, oh Galveston...

What a wonderful place to be. Hunting shells on the sandy beach or waist deep in the sea.

There are so many wonderful things to do and places to see on Galveston Island and I think we've done and seen most of them. This last visit, however, we mainly played beach bums. It was great. It wasn't as crowded as it usually is and it was a MUCH needed get-away. We all love that town and would be more than glad were it God's will to move us there - provided (there's always a catch, huh?) that it did not require us to actually BE beach bums.

I love the treasures the Lord leaves for me(us) on the beach. Last year it was whole hermit crab shells - sometimes with little crabs hermit-ing inside - only to be found upon arrival at home with stench that would knock the fur off a gorilla. (Eww! Can you imagine the sight of a hairless gorilla?)

This year, though, it was oyster shells - inlaid with the most intricate and delicate mother-of-pearl. They are simply beautiful. I did find a couple of teensy shells still intact and one 2-inch clam shell with (yep, you guessed it) a clam inside. UGH! Talk about stank! But the shell is beautiful - especially after I cleaned all the guts out of it.

We all got too much sun ( some of us even burned using SPF-50!), and none of us were ready to come home. The littlest of us summed it up best when she said after finding out we were leaving, "I'm so upset because I NO want to GO!" Who could blame her?

Even with the threat of hurricanes it seems a small price to pay for having the whole ocean at your feet.

Well, it's Another Day in Montgomery and I ask:
Who wants to go to the beach???