The beaches are quite a bit different from those in LA. You can drive cars on the beach (you can get a permit at most gas stations), dogs are allowed on the beach, as is alcohol and smoking.
There was a boardwalk from our RV park to the beach. A good majority of the people in the park either owned or rented golf carts. On the weekends, they set up traffic lights for the pedestrians and golf carts coming and going on the boardwalk.
I got stung by a jellyfish on the first night we were here (Mike's birthday). It was extremely painful; felt like fire. The intense pain lasted for about an hour. The red marks across my ankles lasted for just over a week.
One day, we drove into Rockport and Fulton. Mike's parents used to live in Rockport 20 years ago. We tried to find their old house, but were unsuccessful.
In Fulton, we walked around the grounds of the Fulton Mansion State Historic Site. The house is closed, as it's being restored. It was the home of George W. Fulton and his wife Harriett. They made their fortune in ranching and meat packing. The house was built in 1874 - 1877 and is unique for the area. The architecture is in the French Second Empire domestic style and has gas lighting, central heat, and indoor plumbing with hot and cold running water.
We met lots of nice people here. We now have some new Facebook friends (Louis, Irma, Eva, and Lavar). A lot of people keep their RVs in the park for several months and travel back and forth on the weekends. The majority of the people we met were from San Antonio.
One day we went into Corpus Christi and looked at all the old houses in Heritage Park.
When we left, we took the ferry from Mustang Island over to Harbor Island and up through Aransas Pass. The ferry trip is extremely short. The grackles have things all figured out; they wait on the ferry for the cars to board, then jump up and pull bugs from the grills. Just before the ferry docks, they fly off and get on the ferry going the other way.
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