Arrival at the Gulf!

 

 

 

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It is late in the evening now, and the moonrise was all that can be asked for in such an event. Adding to the excitement that I had just sat for two whole days in the car. I left Gunnison around One O’clock on saturday and was pretty much driving, aside form sleeping 11-645 somewhere in the plains of texas. My back aches, and my rump is sore. It is incredibly hot and muggy here, I cannot believe how much so. Muddy and myself got to play in the warm water of the gulf this evening also. Since the moon is very close to full, we got to see a nice moonrise shortly after sunset. It is close to half way to the zenith by now. Muddy had enough light to chase the bubbles in the surf back until they were wiped out by the oncoming wave. Muddy was also able to see his first crab! There were several cars and trucks parked here next to the beach when I was coming up the back way, they were apparently also snagging crabs. Perhaps the full moon brings them out hunting? The crabs I mean. They had a beautiful blue hue to them, and the one that muddy cornered out of the ocean sidestepped around until I called muddy off the poor thing. My clothes are stuck to my skin, and there is a solid layer of liquid coming from my sweat glands. I will certainly need to drink water to stay hydrated in this climate! Ahh those damn mosquitos. I killed about fifty so far. Still trying to discern how they continue to multiply in the topper of my truck bed; but they are a continuous stream. I will certainly look forward to this place being a little cooler in one month. Sailing tends to be cooler with the wind always removing some heat by evaporative cooling. I look forward to tomorrow. Until then, I’ll be a soggy new salt in my truck bed: as opposed to the old salt that I’ll lay claim when I sail across the gulf, or toward Florida.

Author: Ronjohn

When I take a deep look at my ego, I see that it defines itself as a recreation bum. I ski, hike, rock climb, kayak, raft, sail, stand up paddle, mountain bike, rock climb again. I grew up in Grand Junction, Colorado. I am a vagabond extraordinaire.

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