Zak's dad had one request when he came to Houston---to visit the beach. I tried to explain that it's nothing like the pretty beaches he's seen before OR the ones he'll see in Bali soon, but he wanted to go to Galveston anyway. Dreams do come true.
On Saturday we headed to Galveston to ride the ferry and look at the brown ocean. Admittedly, it did make me want to go back for a weekend, sit on the beach, and read. Something about the crash of waves, no matter the color, just sounds like relaxation.
First we rode the ferry. Apparently, Monkey was shivering, so Storey zipped him up in her jacket. Such an attentive mother.
It was a little cold/very windy and there were very few dolphins this time around. But hey! it's free!
Look! There's a dolphin! No, that's just a rock that looks like a dolphin (Grandma became notorious for seeing animals where they weren't).
Those Vermillions are such comedians.
Walking out on the pier. I didn't realize I was raising a budding superhero. That's ambition for you. Way to aim high, Storey.