After Alice and I were done spazzing out over the amazingness of where we were, a beach patrol woman rolled up. She informed us that the tide was going to move in quite a bit and if we didn’t want to get washed away, we better move.
Because we were a little confused by the signage posted, we took this opportunity to confirm with her that it was legal and free to camp on the beach. She affirmed this and pulled out a map to show us where to move so we would be safe from the incoming tide. We packed up our boards, moved to where the beach opened up (more driving on the sand! Eeek!) and settled safely into our new spot.
We spent the evening drinking mimosas, dancing and laughing. As the clock was nearing midnight, I announced to Alice that we should run to the sea and ring in the new year with our feet in the Gulf of Mexico. It was near freezing temps and the wind was blowing strong enough to rock Mander but we agreed this was a grand idea and stripped off our socks. I pulled up the countdown on my phone and we tumbled out the door and onto the beach. With the last 10 seconds of 2017 remaining, we started towards the Gulf.
Sounds perfectly cenematic, no? Two best of friends, free spirited and slightly tipsy on mimosas, go frolicking towards the sea barefooted, in wild abandonment to ring in the new year. Is this the image in your head? Well let me tell you, you’re WRONG. This is how it went down. I was running with a drink in one hand and my phone in the other desperately trying to keep track of the countdown. That left no hands free to move the hair out of my eyes that the wind was determined to keep there. Basically, I was running blind and yelling, “I can’t see! I can’t seeeeee!” like a total nerd dead set on telling time. Meanwhile, Alice took off like a bullet only to trip over her own feet and end up on all fours. We made it to the water and HOLY S&%T it was cold! We hooted and hollered, welcomed in the new year and before anyone could say boo, we started back towards the warmth of Mander. Alice wiped out one more time for good measure and by the time we reached Mander, it felt like I was walking on nubs. Feeling like amputees, we managed to climb back into Mander, full of salt water and sand. It may not have been a graceful moment but it was honestly the best ringing in of a new year I’ve ever had.
We spent the next couple days enjoying the views from Mander and waiting out the weather. I swear, I’ve never met anyone that has the tolerance to just chill for as long as I can without going stir crazy. Since we were kinda Mander ridden, I really appreciated that Alice was as content as I was to be confined to less than 200 square feet! We did pop outside from time to time, but it wasn’t very welcoming. We were still under a wind advisory which made the windchill way below freezing. If you went outside it didn’t take long before your face was frozen and you had a mouth full of sand.
On what ended up being our last day, the wind died down and it was finally warm enough to be outside for any length of time. Like the true pet Mama that I am, I couldn’t wait to plop Moonchi in the sand so she could experience the beach for the first time! Unfortunately, it was all a bit much for her and she wanted to go back inside pretty quick but she did manage to look incredibly majestic for a few minutes.
Alice and I took a walk along the beach towards a restaurant to hook up to some internet. When we returned, there was a very polite warning stuck in Mander’s door saying we were illegally parked. Turns out you must buy a $12 yearly pass for the island and then camping on the beach is free. Since we were planning on leaving in the morning anyway, we just packed up early and left that evening. No harm, no foul. If you get a chance to camp on South Padre Island, I would say it’s well worth the $12 and I would have paid if I had known. I mean, c’mon, at $12 a year you could have your very own beach house! That’s a deal of a lifetime.
We said our goodbyes to this beautiful location and headed out. The parts for Alice’s transmission had come in, so it was time to get our butts back to Austin. We had our fun but now Alice had a transmission to rebuild! I am so grateful that we jumped at the opportunity to go on this adventure together and it’s surely one that I will never-ever-ever-ever ever-ever forget. I had a party at my house on the beach for NYE! Yes, maybe a party of two and yes, the house is a motorhome but if you know me at all, you know that it couldn’t have been more fitting.
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