Good evening, folks!
It is high time that I share a little with you, about our new hometown, Clear Lake Shores.
We fell in love with this town, as soon as we started exploring marinas. Only seeing it from the main drag, we liked the palm trees and and the “salty” look of the town.
And we hadn’t seen the half of it.
When we had the opportunity to lease a slip at a marina in Clear Lake Shores, we excitedly went for it. And…here we are! Last night, I decided to take a bike ride around the island that constitutes most of this small town.
I began by fetching my folder from behind the bath house…
On my bike and ready to go!
Clear Lake Shores is considered to be the yachting capitol of Texas, and it boasts having more boat slips than people. Here is the view of Clear Lake Shores, from our marina.
On my way toward the island that contains most of the town, I passed one of our favorite venues–the boaters’ resale shop!
Here’s the last intersection before the island.
Over the bridge…
Lots of boat slips on the other side.
The very cutsie looking police department.
Clear Lake Shores is a bird sanctuary, and there are plenty of odd-ducks to admire!
Plenty of beautiful homes…
There are two canals leading off of the island, ending right across the street from the school. Can you imagine being dropped off at school, by dinghy?
A beautiful playground, that Beanie enjoys!
A beautiful street on the backside of the island.
Docked on the back side…
As I made my way around, it became clear that a storm was crossing the lake.
I could see it in Seabrook, across from us.
I saw it encroaching on our marina.
As I hastened back, I saw our old slip.
I made my way back home, in time.
And there Rob was, with the hatches battened. We were prepared for the worst, but the storm never came.
P.S. I feel like I need to say a few words about the unexpected death of Rob in Williams. I’ve engaged in many wonderful discussions about depression and mental health on Facebook, and I’m grateful for the increased awareness. Suicide is NOT the “easy” way out–it’s an act of desperation. I believe that all of us have experienced desperation in some way, shape or form. So, while another’s life is not our responsibility, it is important for us to be as kind as we can to those around us. We never know how much someone is suffering.