On Friday, July 16, I packed up and drove my rented car to the home of Lynn and Chris, on the other side of town. This was my first time on my own in my own car in Houston and I was feeling good that I knew where I was going.
The first afternoon, we went to Kemah, a small beach town near Houston. The town sits on the Gulf Coast and the most notable thing, for me, was that all the palm trees which line the boardwalk seemed to have most of their fronds blown off--a reminder that Kemah sits in Hurricane alley! (The word "Kemah" means "wind in the face") On Saturday, Lynn and I drove to Galveston. It was quite an interesting day. For one thing, I realized how little I knew about Galveston, which I never realized was an island off the coast of Texas, not a town in the middle of the state.
After a brunch on "The Strand" (an older section of town that is in the middle of a rennaissance), we stopped at "The Poop Deck," a bar Mike & Bill had mentioned. While it definitely has the best view of the coast (and a lovely statue), we felt out of place without tattoos or tank tops. (We also shoulda arrived on a Harley). Some drunk at the bar made a pass at Lynn, who was not flattered.
We spent much of the afternoon at Moody Gardens, Galveston's biggest attraction. While it has many sections to visit, we concentrated on the Rain Forrest, where you walk through a giant pyramid that is set up so completely like a rain forrest, that exotic butterflies and birds fly free over your head. It was really a lovely place. After Moody Gardens, we stopped for a drink and hors d'oeuvres and then saw a movie on Galveston's "great disaster." I was amazed. The Galveston flood of 1900 was apparently this country's greatest natural disaster of the century, killed more than 6,000 people, and not only had I never heard of it, but nobody I've talked to since has heard of it either.
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by Bev Sykes