Daybreak on Galveston Island was spectacular. Anticipating a great sunrise, Kay and I dressed for a walk on the beach. We were not disappointed. There was just enough atmospheric pollution to create beautiful colors. And then to top it off, a bunch of shore birds were feeding in the shallow surf.
After a light breakfast, I unloaded the bicycles off the Honda, Bruce and Jeannie accompanied us as we drove into the Galveston historic district for a walking tour. The seasonally busy harbor area was practically void of tourists. We walked each street, and Bruce and I generally stayed outside while Kay and Jeannie shopped. There were some interesting laminated silhouettes in the storefronts, making for some great photos.
Lunch was at one of one of Landry’s restaurants, and it was very good.
Afterward, we drove street after street looking at the beautiful old Victorian houses. Evidence of Hurricane Ike which struck Galveston on September 13, 2008, was obvious as many of the thousands of trees planted after the catastrophic hurricane of 1900 were damaged or destroyed, mostly by the saltwater storm surge. Residents of this barrier island made lemonade out of lemons, and had visiting sculptors carve over 35 sculptures out of the badly damaged trees and tree trunks. Three sculptors have been at work since late 2009, grinding away with chainsaws and chisels to transform the stumps into dolphins, angels, birds, the Tin Man and Toto, cranes, a toad, a geisha, dogs, and many others. Their work has become one of the island’s most-popular tourist attractions.
We returned to the campground, and Kay and Jeannie went back shopping while Bruce and I stayed behind and rested our eyes.
The remainder of the day was quiet and relaxing, with a cool breeze blowing off the Gulf of Mexico, and the sound of the crashing surf hypnotically erasing winter’s early beginnings back home.