So, Yesterday...

The weather turned to crap. The high cold winds prevented us accomplishing our task, so I shut the job down, which was probably good. Within a few hours, it started raining and did so until after dark.

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.