Yep. My dad first visited there in the 60s with his family when he was a little boy. My parents went there many times shortly after they were married and it was absolutely the go to place for our family vacations. It's heartbreaking. I feel really bad for Rockport, which really got it worse than Port Aransas did, and of course, Houston is just devastated, but I've got so many sentimental feelings for Port Aransas. It's the place I learned to fish and it's where I first saw the ocean and walked on the beach for the first time. I've been wearing my Port Aransas t-shirts the last few days thinking of the whole coast.
I know these places well. I know a lot of these places are just tourist traps, but I've visited that place and those shops so many times over the years. The one with the shark was the last place I visited when I was there back in January. I remember walking out the door that night at around 9 pm and being able to hear the surf down the street and wishing we could have stayed a little longer.
Photos of the damage.
https://www.facebook.com/felix.vbpro...18?pnref=story
Interviews with the people who stayed in Port A during the storm.
http://www.mysanantonio.com/news/loc...y-12021678.php
One year that we went to Port Aransas around 1996 I believe, I had taken my bicycle with me. I had a sweet (still have it actually) 1988 GT Performer freestyle bike. We were camping in the little rv park just off the beach near the Horace Caldwell Pier We had only been there for maybe an hour. A man had pulled up saying that his dog was missing and he was asking if we'd seen it. Now, I've seen coyotes in that rv park before that I guess live in the dunes, and I was thinking about his dog. I had my bike with me, so I thought I'd ride around a bit to see if I could spot it. At some point, I had stopped and then taken off again. Well, I turned my handlebar too sharp and fell down to the left. I scraped the skin off between each knuckle on my left hand almost to the bone and the skin off my right thumb from top to bottom where my thumbprint would be, and I had a scrape on my left elbow and cheek. I got back on my bike and rode over to our rv. We then drove over to the ranger's station. I sat there drinking a coke feeling woozy while they cut my ring off one of my fingers and washed the asphalt out of my scrapes. The cutest nurse was there to help me. That made it better.
haha Anyway, my parents asked if I wanted us to leave and go home. I was like, guys, we're here at the coast to have fun. I'm not gonna agree to go home and ruin y'all's trip. So we stayed for the weekend until Sunday night. So, of course, I couldn't fish or swim or enjoy the beach all that much besides walking on it, but still, just being there was good enough for me. I told them that I had already done it and that if we left and went home it would just mean that I'd be miserable there, but that at least here I could enjoy being at Port Aransas. So I spent most of the trip laying on the roof of our rv watching the ships come into the channel while my family fished. I had to soak my hands twice a day before my mom re-bandaged them. That was 20+ years ago and I still have the scars on my knuckles. There was no way I was going to agree to go home and miss out on being the coast.
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