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Goodbye for now, Mustang Island.

♫ TIME TO SAY GOODBYE ♫

After an amazing seven months at various locations here on gorgeous Mustang Island, it’s time to hitch up the RV and move on down the road.

One of my personal goals for 2016 is to haul the RV outside of the Texas state line, so this is a step in the right direction!

While I’m sad to leave Port Aransas, I’m equally excited about the new adventures yet to come…

Here are a few final photos from Mustang Island, 2016… See ya down the road!

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Boat Ride to St. Jo’s Island

01242016_StJo03Yesterday, my friend Michele (another solo lady RVer) and I visited St. Jo’s Island, which is right across the channel from Port Aransas on Mustang Island, Texas.

Since you can only get to the little island by boat, there is very little traffic, and because of that, the beach has an abundance of shells!

It was a perfect day weather-wise, too; sunny and warm, compared the rest of the country dealing with snow, blizzards and freezing temperatures.

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This is one of the reasons I love the RV Life: If I don’t like the weather, or neighbors, or city… I simply hitch up and go somewhere else!

In all the years I visited Port Aransas, I’ve never ventured across to St. Jo’s. It was worth it!

But a word of warning, there are no bathrooms! You can BYOTP (Toilet Paper), or if you’re like me, you just don’t drink anything earlier in the day and hope you make it back across the boat before you have to go!

Life is a journey. Enjoy every minute of it.

AmyO.

Short Story: “Mystery of the Sandy Sunglasses”

“Mystery of the Sandy Sunglasses”

The broken evidence washed in on high tide on a gray and chilly morning of February 2015, landing itself on Mustang Island, Texas.

02162015_80sDrunkGirlGlassesI observed the glasses and wondered, “Who owned these? How long had they been drifting along the Texas Gulf Coast?”

As if I were a clairvoyant or paranormal medium, a vision formed in my mind of a tipsy, bikini-wearing underage Spring Breaker from the late 80s, sporting stiff big hair stiff thanks to half a can of hairspray, and feeling very sexy with her brand new sunglasses.

Impaired by the empty bottle of Boone’s Hill Strawberry Farm next to her hot pink and white beach towel, she pranced out into the water to frolic. Her goal? Attempting, in vain, to get the attention of the obnoxious college dudes taking turns chugging cheap alcohol from a crude beer bong.

Distracted by her own loud, attention-seeking squeals of fun, a wave hit her from behind, sending her face first into the foamy salt water. She emerged, gasping for air and trying to reposition her cool sunglasses back on her face. She was coughing gritty seawater out of her lungs when another wave smacked the in the back, knocking her off her feet.

She groped around in the water for the sunglasses, but they were gone.

Whoops of laughter and concerned calls from her friends could be heard coming from the shoreline, but darn it if those weren’t her favorite pair! She like totally spent $12 on them!

So, since her hair was now ruined and her buzz long gone no thanks to the dunk in the Texas Gulf, she braved the battery of on-coming waves to fish blindly and determinedly with her hands and legs for her sunglasses.

After many unsuccessful tries, she decided she reasonably decided what she needed now was a hot shower, some Funions, a nap, then rack up daddy’s credit card at Pat Magee’s Surf Shop. Maybe she might even find a new pair of sunglasses.

The End

(c) Amy Oakley, 1027 Productions

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