In November of 2016 I wanted exactly one thing: to see the beach again. When I was young my family and I made a lot of trips to Florida, but as an adult I rarely feel the sand between my toes, or sit and relax while listening to the ultimate white-noise machine that is the Gulf of Mexico. I missed the beach so much it almost hurt.
So for my birthday we bought our first tent and made a leisurely trip down to beautiful Galveston Island. I was worried about rain, but the weather was just about perfect that first day—windy and cool but still swimsuit-appropriate. We flew a bright yellow kite and I ran around splashing in the edge of the ocean, giggling like a crazy person. Our tent site was wonderfully close to the beach, and the beach was almost always empty.
The next day was grey and overcast and we hiked the marsh trails. They were so strange and flat and treeless compared to what I’m used to; a wholly different kind of beauty.
The experience was lovely and I dearly want to go back. I didn’t take too many photos (I’m definitely going back one day and remedying this), although my husband got a couple of shots that I absolutely fell in love with (see below.)