Tuesday, January 13, 2015

She wants to be like me...


No, not really.

Joan is a few days behind me on the cold.  The weather is still crappy, but I am stir-crazy.  I'm gonna need to get out today.

Joan was talking to her sister in the frozen northland this morning... Joan told her how "it is freezing down here - it is only 49º!"  It is well below freezing in Sioux City... no sympathy.

We did go out for lunch today.  Looking out the windows at Pirates' Landing, you can't see the island across the causeway; the water is brown and all frothed up.  It ain't pretty.

After lunch, we took a drive.  Yesterday, we could see a drilling rig coming into the Port Isabel Turning Basin.  This is not typical - usually these big drilling rigs are heading in or out of the Port of Brownsville, 15 miles down the ship channel.  This is the first time I've seen one of them in our turning basin...


For some perspective, those are big-ass ocean tugs on the left side of the photo.  In this photo...


... you can see the drilling ship behind the platform.  It is dwarfed by this platform.  No idea for sure, but my guess is this rig may be going into Brownsville for refurbishing and is waiting for a spot.

We took a drive past the beach...



Yeah, the only person out there was walking a dog.  With the howling north wind (21, gusting to about a million), no one really wants to be out there.  We drove by plenty of RVs in the park on the south end of SPI, at the beach.  They may have escaped the truly freezing weather, but this isn't why the Winter Texans come here.  Typically, it would be sunny, 70º, and there would be groups of snowbird types gathered on the beach.  Not today.


2 comments:

starcarfttom said...

what no dolphins??? lol

Captain Jim and the Blonde said...

There are dolphins, Tom. Always dolphins. I got out of the truck long enough to go in and out of the restaurant. There were no dolphins in the restaurant. They said to tell you Hi and that they are better at fishing than you. Those dolphins have a great sense of humor.