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The years teach much which the days never knew. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Howdy everyone...hope all of you are well, and if you don't get out on that sand now that the water is clearing up and the seas are subsiding, then....well yeah....that "Pakistan" thing..... As for me-I've gotta get back to making a living tomorrow because like it or not, because as they say, the world doesn't revolve around going to the darn beach. Wait-who said that? And I just came back from the nursing home to visit Ralph, and we had a good old time with a little concert a guitarist came in to put on there. And you know what...as he played songs from generations way before mine, from the 30's and 40's and 50's.....as Tennesse Waltz softly lit up the air, and as we all hummed and sang along to Eddy Arnold-"Make the World Go Away," and as everyone hummed and clapped and I looked around and saw folks in their 70's and 80's and up remembering their lives, remembering their happy moments, and their lost loved ones....tears came to my freaking eyes. They were SO happy just lost in their memories...and as I looked around the room at those who obvioulsly had lost their loved ones, had lived just as fully as I try to....and who were so excited and happy just to be a part of this simple get-together.... I couldn't help it. And as I walked in late with the only other person in the building that just sticks out like the surf rat that he is, that I AM....my hero Ralph....to sit in the back and see all this unfold-like Tim McGraw says, "Who says grown men don't cry?" And Ralph and I just sat there and every so often he'd lean over and say, "Man....that ole' boy is doggone pantosliming..." And trying to behave and not get us thrown out like Golden Corral last month, I kept my big mouth shut. And sure enough, when he played "Rocky Top," Ralph caught him doing something with a machine when he forgot the words. Unfortunately, as the karaoke background music turned off, and it grew silent, the whole place heard a loud comment from our little area about..."pantosliming." At that point, all things went south for us two hooligans, one in a neon yellow jumpsuit, and one without a lick of common sense, and apparently let loose at an assisted living free concert...

And in case anyone is wondering, it is actually a word but technically spelled "Pantomime."



I do believe he meant "lip-syncing" but we'll not worry about that. Holding back laughter was enough lest I get spanked as in the days of my youth. But hey-old surf rat misbehavior will NEVER die-live on surf rats worldwide!

But enough. I hit the beach yesterday and bought a bag of ice....and was like.....WHAT! $$$$$$$$$ What in the world is the world coming to! (notice nice braid burn on left thumb....)


And the beach was PACKED.


But I got to my chosen area to explore, and got ready and geared up to beat down mini-Shnexniders, I mean snakes. Oh I'm just not RIGHT.

And it was still rough...


But beautiful on that dunefront...




And an initial found canyon amazed me at its depth and beauty...








And I saw more unknown flowers...


And realized....how have I been on this old Earth for 29 years....and have no clue what a simple flower might be? Have I been blind? Where have I been without seeing???


And I was so happy, because already, I left that Memorial Day run people over and act like a$$es weekend beach behind, and PINS was as it should be for those who love it....


And as I stumbled along quite happy and enjoying the tranquility, two objects EXPLODED from the brush to my left...


So I immediately jumped on my belly....


And posing no threat now...they stayed....










And I was there for a looooong time on my belly.....










And as I laid watching these two....they didn't care at all to be upwind of me and quickly split and bolted downwind of me, in order I believe to get my "scent." As I posed a lesser threat laid down, they weren't sure WHAT I was...hurt??? Dead??? Playing wounded?


And they began to approach me from downwind.....30ft....25ft.....20ft??!!!



And I began to get concerned....was I going to DIE?? Would I be somehow the very first tool in the entire world to be killed by two flop-eared does? Wow-that would totally suck! I'm too young, come on!!! I haven't even a had a bachelor party yet!

But as my camera shutter made unnatural noises.....they bolted again on me....but my moment of my own lifeblood flowing freely and truly had once again been bestowed upon me by Mother Padre....thankyou....




So I got up off my gut and went to explore their bedding area.....and thought once again....this is their lives....the fields and the grasses their homes....and I can't stop until I'm the P. Diddy of south texas? Punch-to my own face....




And I searched and searched and searched, and finally....my eyes could tell no lies, and my little piece of the ghost of Louis Rawalt came to fruition!




You are looking at "Savannah." Year 1939. U.S. Coast and Geodetic Survey Station number boo-koo I don't even know anymore this week!!

1939....before any of US of YOU were born!








And as my two does met up with about 6 others and one buck in the distance on top of a dune and fed and watched my sorry bum....I did as only a true jumpsuited and common sense lacking surf rat could do. I took a rest!! And if a snake wanted some of this, I said...come get SOME! I'll gladly die in the middle of Padre listening to the beautiful rustling grasses....

And I was watched.....


Victory!!! And yes------that IS.....the "Jersey Fist." For those of you out of the "know" google a guy called the "Situation."


But today would be the day I had a bigger and second destination in mind....so hold on to "ya hosses".....we OUT!


And I was BAAAAAACKKKK!!!!


But THEN.....I was ......GONE! Lookout snakes! I got wheels this time fools!


And as the breeze blew all my cares away, and the heat waves began in the distance as often does in early summer/late spring.....I geared up to face the heat that those algal mats generate like my microwave on HIGH.





And I looked out....as besides the horrible and view-ruining piece of crap wind turbines that send...I think I read....like 3/4 of their power right on outta here up to north of San Antone.....I felt I was watched. And who's to say I wasn't? By something seen or not???? Have YOU...ever stood alone in such a desolate area and saw nothing....but knew that such wasn't the case?


But because my father sang "Run through the Jungle" against his parent's wishes in the year 1970 in a band of him and his friends in New York..... and just slightly before him and all his friends were sent to 'Nam against their.....yea...there's no need............I headed out in my...."jungle....."

And...like old Fogerty said....."Whoa, thought it was a nightmare, Lo, it's all so true, They told me, "Don't go walkin' slow....Cause the Devil's on the loose"...."

And are you to say he wasn't? Some of these places I have been going into...Billy has said to look, watch, and listen for what doesn't make "sense." Is he wrong? Is he just some lame dude at Golden Corral's dessert bar with 6 plates of cake? (Ask Ralph THAT story)....I think NOT. Have you ever spent just ONE...night wondering about things larger than yourself?

So I followed the corral east....


And was plagued by something I can't explain...


As I looked out....and wondered.....how many years have the men who worked and suffered here been gone....and what did they experience here?


And if you only see some crappy "poles" in the ground. Shut down your computer and.....actually-better idea. (And I just may have said this before). But this time's different.....UPS Store has boxes.....ask for one......big enough for a donkey..... ...........and at that point......put yourself in there and get postage to......hmmmmm......Af-crap-istan? (Where they wipe their butts with their hand or some nonsense....)




And I stumbled through grass so thick and so nasty that I just felt like two B to the I to the TCH Busters were maybe needed....

And after smelling....tasting....(Sorry Johnny--you have NOT been the first to warn me on that!)...this white stuff....a random circling hawk helped me understand...that I just apparently willingly ingested bird FECES. Awesome. I remain....the man?


And for as long as I remember....I don't think I've seen a sight that made me so happy and so glad to be alive...did you see the 8 deer....or did I have to tell ya? Sorry about the crappy camera guys and gals!




And a split 2 by 6....caused me to pause.....to try and find the reason, the rhyme, or at least the code to why this would be so. But those naked Indians just kept dancing, and time crept on....


And fire struck again...





But for as far as I can remember, the clouds of mystery on this beach have just kept coming down, but this time, my mystery would be solved.


Thankyou, only remaining sign of this whole week.

And ya know, some folks have said this....this search is about the dumbest thing ever...and to that I say....first.....Pakistan....next....Af-Crap-Istan.....gosh I better not go on...

And an old corral post burn right on down to the ground and quietly eroding caught my eye....

And here it is folks.

DUNN.




And I searched in vain for the old 1960's water well, last remaining oak mott on the Island, and for remains of the bunkhouses and water troughs.....
And came up empty.


But have you ever known me to give up? I hiked to this hill which happens to be Green Hill....and back....




And all I found was this....a GEORGEOUS butterfly...unaware of my nonsense and my curiosity.....

And I saw the rig in the distance....

And as I reached it...even my hands were wet....


But...roll out!


On a road from Ralph and Louis' day...









And the old homesite of Flossy....was peaceful as always....to me...


So I got out to search...


And rolled to the beach baby!


So I rolled south to find Gumbo and Keyho.....names you will probably not ever care to remember...or will you???

But found...."Kevin's Tree."


And as I climbed a random dune in search of those Naked Indians I never seem to find, I found this guy....












And I was PIST. Because if there is one thing you all should know about me....I have not within my heart, soul, mind, or body to SEE others being hurt....










He/She looks suffering....and I didn't like it...







I will PROTECT anyone or anything taken as a victim. Poor guy....



And wreckage was obvious....




But a new station called my name...








Where is it???


Evidence...


Dang!




So someone stole the station and left a freaking QUARTER????





NOT happy...


So roll out!





And guys....before I knew it...my entire neighborhood was basically chilling out next to a massive volleyball court they erected at the 22.......so I got "delayed..." and next thing ya know we were headed to the house!





But after such a long day...the Naked Indians blessed me with a female for the "tank!"


And I headed to the neighborhood, and dropped of my poor neighbor's sister who probably wants to kill me in the next World War, which is about right-and I headed straight to Taqueria Acapulco, greatest restaurant on Earth. I've had a great week guys and gals, and I hope as the seas lay that you all do too. Catch ya'll in 3. I'm out.

--Colin
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Thanks again for the challege to identify. Fred Jones's Flora of the Texas Coastal Bend gave me the best clues, and Google confirmed. The beautiful flower is a phlox.

I shouldn't blame you for tasting, for like all rockhounds I lick rocks when another source of water isn't handy, and, if I'm not mistaken, the late Professor James G. Teer ate all sorts of live insects and spiders wherever he found them in the field, although he quit eating the latter after one bit him on the tongue. You're not, like me and Dr. Teer, an Aggie, by any chance?

The butterfly is a sulphur.
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The Trash Heap Has Spoken!
NNYYAAAHH!!!

[mastergunner]

I always get ice at Speedy Stop, 20 lbs always $.99 cents.
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Mastergunner, supporter of hardheads for state fish of Texas

[deputydawg]

I enjoyed all the reports and am looking forward to your next set of days off!!! Thanks for bringing us along!

[saltyhook]

Ralph Wade is a dear friend of mine, & many others here. So I salute & bless you for spending time with him, especially on the Memorial weekend. Ralph is one of those true American heroes in my book. A veteran with many stories of the beach & the war to share.
Hope I can make it down soon to visit him. I salute you again sir, many thanks.

Saltyhook

[tim9368]

Thanks for the report - that is really cool.

-t

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