On my way to Baton Rouge, I stayed in Galveston for an evening and sunrise walk on the beach. It always feels so simply human to be on the ocean (or the gulf) waves lapping over my feet as the sand surrenders my soles to the earth. Pulled out of thought and into the joy of being.
A great tip led me to take the ferry across the strand to the Bolivar peninsula, bedecked in flowers and candy colored homes raised high on stilts. It was a refreshing spring saunter that helped me survive the onslaught of driving rain and maniacs on Hwy 10.