Seeking a Place under the Sun

It is not the best idea to explore Houston city in the end of May/ beginning of June. The weather is like in hell, it is too hot to be outside. But I do not have any other opportunities because my Partner-in-Crime is pretty busy in a school and I have to wait for her school break/holiday.   

-  Let's go to the farm to pick blueberries. for an hour we are going to pick a couple of buckets. - So you are trying to say there is a plantation of blueberry in a forest? - Not a bilberry, but а blueberry. Not in a forest, but in a garden. - I have to see this!

Showers, changing cabins, places for picnic and grill, and most importantly - the lack of cars on the coastline -  this is the Galveston State Island Park. (Thanks to my friend who gave me the tip about this place). The sand is so dark, small/dusty so after swimming in the ocean, the swimsuits look very dirty, and grains of sand stick together with salt tightly to the body. Without a shower you can become a stalactite. So the presence of fresh water on the beach for me was one of the main factors. Because last year, we carried a gallon of water per person to rinse and even wash off a little salt from ourselves.

Our March looked like:

Our first road trip: 3 nights, 2000 miles. Long, smooth, wide, with lots of police (constables, sheriffs, police, some troopers) roads with dead animals (deer, rabbits, birds, raccoons, pigs). It's cold at night, and it is hot in the afternoon. Suddenly delicious water in public  places in Fort Stockton.