Once Chris was off work last Saturday he met Forest and me at the hotel in Clute and we drove down to Bryan Beach located in the tiny beach hamlet of Quintana. To get there we drove through Freeport and past a maze of various chemical plants, common in this region. Chris commented on a large fenced parking lot full of new car—he’d seen the cars being offloaded from a cargo ship that he’d sent me a video of when it cruised by him (as he was fishing on the jetties) as it headed for the port.
It was not a great day for being on the beach; clouds and a strong north wind made it rather blustery. The three of us meandered along the shore as we looked for shells and it took Forest no time at all to figure out that he could stash shells in his jacket pockets once Chris showed him how. The trip was kept short and when it was time to go Forest cried “My beach!” and threw a small tantrum. Chris and I looked at each other and were sad he was upset but glad that he liked the beach enough to be upset he had to leave. I think we’re going to have to strive to get down here more this year, especially in the summer.