I love when our travels allow us to visit family and friends - especially those we rarely get to see due to distance.
Galveston has brought us to the home turf of my cousin Doug (pictured here). He made this island his home after 10 years service in the Coast Guard. ⚓️
To say that he spoiled us this past weekend is an understatement. He and his family treated us to a true Texas tradition - a crawfish boil. 🦐 120 lbs of crawfish were thrown down!
We were first timers and actually sat there staring at our big tray of crawfish wondering what to do. We were quickly rescued and given a lesson. I can proudly say we even sucked the head! I will also say that these northerners will never use crawfish for bait again - that’s just sacrilegious to a Texan.
Thanks again Dougie - I really tried but I just can’t do the Doug thing even at our age! 😉
Oh and they have a pig named Wilma. 🐖 How cool is that? *
The final pieces of our transition to the nomadic life are falling into place. We now know for sure where we will be getting off to a start, the Olympic peninsula! We are stoked and ready to see some new places really soon! What better way to start the journey than by heading a or as far Away in the continental US as we can! #fulltimerv#nomad#brownsignjunkies
Most of the time we stay in #rvparks so we can utilize internet for work on the road. So the nights we do get to #boondock are really special. And there is nothing like the feeling of completely #unplugging from the grid, enjoying the beauty of our #publiclands and being miles away from #civilization
This spot just south of St. George, Utah was very peaceful with panoramic views for miles.
What does it take to make a heart move — to make it throb? What does it take for it to skip a beat — to change its rhythm? What does it need to feel it’s flow — to meet its measure? How can it keep a consistent pace — a meaningful pulse? Follow the journey of our heart on @wegabngo