Sitting on the tailgate of the pickup truck dad left me after he passed, I was thinking what a fine sunny day it turned out to be. Blue skies dotted with seagulls----- but lets go back a few days on how I got here.
Once again I was driving the highway to no where special, and decided to swing down to the beaches of Texas.
I finally arrived but now I had to locate a section of the beach where you could still camp out on legally. It took a bit of doing but I found a section of beach about 10 miles long that you could camp out on for 2 weeks and then you had to tear down your camp and move to another spot for two more weeks and so on.
Once I was all set up and resting by the soon to be lighted camp fire, I'd watch the vehicles drive up and down the sandy lane at they're leisure. Passing by my campsite, they'd wave and I would raise a beer filled hand in reply.
Every now and again someone would pull up and park and step out with his own beer in hand and just visit awhile. He'd be hungry for a new story to tell his friends. and I wouldn't disappoint him.
I would gladly tell him many, many more, and there would be shaking bellies caused by giggles and laughter, and drinking of beers, and two happy faces lit from the glow of the reflecting campfire...
WARNING;
Do Not Try This At Home:
SIDE EFFECTS IMMANENT:
It may cause humiliation, embarrassment, cheek cramps, uncalled for dance moves, the telling of bad jokes, the loss of clothing, head holding, foul language, the trots. and finally, >> false blame and slander against the party location. >( The ffffun salt water must be *$%%^& toxic on this #$$^#$^% beach. My whole body hurts....
A person wasn't meant to have that much fun. You will pay the price and come morning, there Will be wailing and gnashing of teeth and a hurling contest among your friends.
There would be lost underwear.. and if you did locate your scrungy grundos, you must first grab the paint brush and sweep the sand out of the crack of your hiney before donning said shorts.
I lost many a modern day fig leafs during the skinny dipping hour at my swarays. Once I even had to wrestle a pair off of one of my fun loving party pals from hell.
After I was dressed enough to be out in public legally, I would shoo away my new best friend and then crack open a beer for my Wheaties. I happen to know this is the breakfast of champions and preferred choice for most professional drinkers.
After chow, it was off to town to wash more windows. I needed to hurry cause there was a party tonight at my campfire, There would be stories to tell, and belly dancing from giggles, and laughter-----
One morning, after my Wheaties, I walked down the beach looking for treasures. Treasures that may have washed ashore from the high tide the previous night.
Coming upon a small pickup I saw it was stuck in the sand and with a trench shovel, the driver was fervently trying to dig himself free. Evidently he'd parked to close to the waters edge during low tide and fell asleep.
A low tide can fool a person that way. When the tide is all the way out, a person can park where he/she would think it was far enough up on the beach and safe from the high tide. The sea on the flater beaches with shallower waters can withdraw way the heck out from the dunes.
So if he didn't get it his pickup free soon then the saltwater would enter the engine compartment area and ruin his truck for good. I jogged back to my pickup and drove back to try and save him from some nearing misery..
