Getting out of the City

I completely understand the saying of "Getting out of the City" now.  This past Thursday I packed a small bag and got what I needed together for a weekend on the Gulf.  I headed to work Friday morning and simply counted the hours till I could hit the road.  It had been another long week "working for the man" and I can say that, I work for a government agency, I really work for the man.  When my clock on my desk phone hit 5 o'clock I was nearly running out the door to the car.

Once to the car I took of my work shoes, I really hate wearing dress shoes.  I have worked barefoot for 8 years and now I put on dress shoes everyday another tough thing (our secret I take my shoes off under the desk most of the time).  Anyways I put on my flip flops literally let my hair down, started the car, rolled the windows down and hit the highway headed south for Rockport, Texas.  

I must say it was not a bad drive little over 3 hours, I rocked out to music ate granola bars and did 80 on the freeway...Did you know the speed limit is actually 85 mph.  

Since arriving I have been cooked for and taken care of, that's the bonus of having a sister who is a mom.  I just get lumped in with the broad and feed and cared for.  AWESOME!!!

We spent Saturday on the beach in Port Aransas laying around, playing in the waves and napping.  Its hurricane season right now so the wind on the beach was crazy but the sun was blazing and the water so warm.  The Gulf is so salty, the most saltiest place I have ever swam.

Tomorrow by noon I will climb back into my car and head back to my job and new city but I know I will be making more frequent out of town trips to other places.  This is a big state and life is to short to sit in the city every weekend.