Just got back from a beach vacation to Galveston(Texas). As we began our perilous navigation through Houston traffic the computerized freeway signs greeted us with "Hurricane forming in the Gulf of Mexico. Please fill your gas tanks."
What kind of greeting is that?
It was hot and sunny...so, since there were plenty of other cars headed in the same direction as we were (due south) we continued. Besides, we would have lost our deposit on our condo. And what a condo it was! 2 FABULOUS views of the gulf, seagulls gulling, waves splashing and still not a cloud in the sky.
I suggested to my husband and son that they get their suits on quick while they still had a chance. I however laid in bed and read, occasionally glancing out onto my view...my idea of a vacation. Besides, that...I was tired after the six-hour drive.
Oh, did I mention we took the dog? I wasn't sure how that was going to work, but he was the best dog EVER! He just sat (and slept) in the back seat next to my son just like the brother he never had. Chester had no problem retiring to the condo bathroom for a little "alone" time while we went to eat at night. And the ocean was just one huge playground to him. He jumped the waves, swam, dug in the sand, napped...
The next day tropical storm Dolly became hurricane Dolly, but we didn't care. Through intermittent clouds and sun and a few showers we remained on the beach, virtually alone. At times I was reminded of Tom Hanks in Castaway.
The following day we decided to let mother nature have the beach as the waves were splashing over the seawall.
We said goodbye to our vacation destination (and goodbye, Dolly,) All the way back to Dallas the motor's vibrations lulled Chester back into a happy (sandy) nap.