Day 11

Today we drove to Galveston, TX and camped at a State Park on Galveston Island.  We chased rain storms all day but never caught up.  Our campsite was on the shore of a recently created lake (created by the rain which must have gone on for 40 days before we arrived.  It didn't rain anymore while we were there, but we had fun stumbling around in the puddles.  The terrain has changed markedly.  Everything is green and the fields look ready for planting.  We passed lots of rice fields.  Lots of small towns with some interesting houses.  Much better looking area than we've been in so far.

Last night a mosquito got into my tent.  I'm one of those people who can't stand to have insects invade my space so.... wait a minute, what am I doing.  I'm wasting a perfectly good story for want of a few details.  He was a big Texas mosquito.  He could have stood flat-footed and fucked a turkey.  He unzipped my tent and walked in.  I could see right away that he was looking for trouble.  He had red eyes and dripping fangs.  He made a thrust which I caught deftly on my rapier (glad I remembered to pack my rapier).  Cyrano like, I composed a ballad as we fought (well a limerick anyway).  He was no match for the greatest swordsman in France and it was soon over.  I've decided to have him mounted so I can hang him over the fireplace in the library. (Note to family:  sorry, I know I've used the turkey metaphor before, but it seemed appropriate here).