Today we went on a quick trip to the Bolivar Peninsula and High Island. You ride a ferry boat to get there. We intended to go birdwatching, but we really didn't know what we would find, the area was so severely damaged by Hurricane Ike.
It was strange being there, the area is desolate.... It felt like we were driving through after some kind of apocalypse, and this is months after the clean up had begun. Entire neighborhoods were gone. The pilings were just vacant. We passed huge piles of appliances and debris, fields of black garbage bags full of debris. It was hard to view it all and not feel an overwhelming swell of compassion for the people who lost their homes.
We discovered something about our darling Chloe today. She really isn't a jump in the car and let's see where the road takes us kind of girl. After the eighteenth time she asked us "where are we going? when will we get there?" I said as much to her. She rolled her eyes and said, "Duh Mom, we already knew that." She HATES uncertainty.
Emma loved it, she is a roll with the punches kind of girl. We found alot of seagulls and pelicans, and a few other types of birds. The big fun of the day was shell collecting. Emma found a shell with a hermit crab still in residence.
Random bit of trivia: apparently all the ferries were named for the heads of the Texas DOT, those wild and crazy guys.