The temperature was in the lower forties, so the usual tourists were hunkered down in Galveston. I went to the furthest point East possible, and still called Galveston. Desolate is the best word for the area at the time.
Here are some photos:
This is looking South, down the West Jetty
I really meant it was desolate. This is looking down the Seawall to the West.
This seagull was standing about four feet away; looked cold and didn't have any intention of flying.