Leo scope served as an inspiration for destinations and routes. There’s an article up on the wall in Beeman’s. The place is a very funky coffee shop, surfer style, I guess, for lake of better words. Beach style.
That article, on the wall, has a pull-out, or a headline, says something about “funky town.” Port A, through and through. (Port Aransas, for the coastal-impaired).
I was sorely tempted to call it the Redneck Riviera, but that line’s been taken, so I’m borrowing some other line, the “Texas Riviera.”
No TV, although the commodious Laughing Horse room did have one, and it doesn’t have a phone line in the room. No computer. Or rather, no easy access.
Cool.
The place is great, simply put. About two short blocks from the Gulf. Funky yet clean, almost pristine, with a set of very careful rules about no noise. Just what was needed.
I can imagine some of my more refined acquaintances finding no charm in the Laughing Horse, no room service, no daily maid service, and the lack electronic communication. Plus the place was a obviously an old tourist court that had seen better days. Got reworked, and turned into a brilliant place to stay. Want to really get away from it all? This is the place. All the charm of Port A, that funky town, plus an unparalleled experience in beach lifestyle. Walk down to the Gulf. Barefoot. No shirt.
Port A just lends itself to my kind of lifestyle. I was hastily snapping a picture a restaurant, and I asked if I looked like a tourist.
“Only with the camera, otherwise, you look normal.”
And now? Off to the airport.
September 29, 1835
The Mexican Government troops
demanded the return of
the Gonzales cannon.
After two days’ delay
awaiting recruits, the colonists
answered “come and take it.”
