Magnus Goes Beaching, Day 8

Tuesday, December 10 2024 

Slow morning. Not nearly as chilly as I feared--when the sun is out, which is often, it's warm enough for a tee-shirt.  We went for a drive to the little nature boardwalk north of here and then down to Brazoria NWR.  No alligators but plenty of nice birds. Osprey, Little Blue Heron, coots, cormorants (species unknown), ducks, Yellow-rumped Warbler, Eastern Phoebe, Kestrel.

 

I'm trying to slow down (figuratively) and look closer at places and things.  Life is going by too quickly--I need to stop and stare. A lot.

 
Out morning took so long, the only way I was going to get in a nice long jog along the beach was to postpone shopping until when we went out to eat. Which made a lot of sense because Galveston was about a 30 minute drive away, and that's where they both were (shopping and eating).

Shopping was a bit of a wash.  It turns out that you have to pay to park almost everywhere you go in Galveston. The garages were $20.  We never found out how much the parking meters cost because you had to pay for them online (we thought) and we didn't have a half-hour to kill downloading an app and filling out all the details. It didn't seem not worth it, just to waste money on tourist trap junk.

So we stopped in front of one store and then left. Went to another where there seemed to be parking (probably illegal) and stayed inside for a while. But the prices were so ridiculously high, such as $16 for a kids tee shirt or $40 for a Stitch stuffed animal, that I couldn't get up any interest in buying even the tiniest of stocking stuffers.  Then we went on to some other stores in the downtown area, but the parking issues discouraged us.

By then it was five, but when I looked up directions to the restaurant I found that it closed early on Tuesdays.  So no go.  We had planned to eat out twice more this trip so we decided to search up one of the other restaurants in the area, go there, then do the original restaurant on Wednesday. Then we'd skip the Pappadeaux stop on our last day and just eat the food we had at the motorhome.

 

So we ended up at Fisherman's Wharf. Not an original name, but not a chain, either. A big swankified place right on the bayside water. They had a dedicated parking lot where you could park for free if they validated your ticket for a meal. So there--free parking!  

Of course it cost nearly $80 for the meal plus tip. Ed had a mixed seafood fry which was very good, he said. I had Parmesan Crusted redfish with a salad and vegetables. Plus freee bread and butter.  Very, very good.

 

 

 

View through window of restaurant:

And after that, Molly and I had one of the most miserable of before bedtime walks. The wind was very strong and directly out of the north with no wind breaks at all. Well, except for buildings and there was only one of those to help us. The temperature wasn't all that bad--fifties--but I'd swear the wind chill dropped that to below freezing. Brrr.