In the afternoon we headed out to the Galveston Port and took the Bolivar Ferry. We saw that the beach flag was red, which means that adult swimmers should only go waist deep, and children and non swimmers should stay at the shore. We watched all the people drive their cars onto the ferry, which can hold 75-80 cars (Mom asked the deckhand). The ferry blew the whistle, which made everyone jump. The sea gulls and pelicans flew along side of us, so close we could almost touch them. We saw a few dolphins jumping in the water too. Afterwards, Scott grilled steaks and chicken and we had s'mores and ice cream for dessert. This picture is taken on our deck with cousin Jake, Adam and Zach enjoying thier s'mores'
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
We woke to sunny skies but blustery winds. The tide had come up so far that two of our beach chairs, our fox hole shovel and some toys were buried in the sand. We dug out the beach chairs and shovel, but couldn’t find the toys. The surf was even more choppy than yesterday, and Steve lost his sun glasses in the water. We came in and had sandwiches and colored pictures and played legos. Matthew and Steve laid down for their naps; Adam and Zach are playing upstairs; Oma, Papa, Katie and Jake went into town to see the Hurricane of 1900 historical movie; Scott went for a drive and Sherry is ordering a new swimsuit online.
Tonight, Scott and Steve are taking the older kids to play miniature golf in town.
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