After refueling on greasy, carb-loaded deliciousness, we took Harborside down to catch the ferry. Being married to a future marine engineer means that every time we go down this street requires a stop to look at all the ships and the boats. Brent tells me about the purposes and abilities of the different types of ships, and he comments on old shrimp boats that are family legacies passed from generation to generation. Then we add having a family sailboat to our wish list for"one day when we have money" and go on. Same conversation, just different days. For now we have our rusty, hand-me-down bikes and we smile thinking about our dreams together.
We caught the ferry just in time for what Brent calls "the sunset cruise, courtesy of the Texas Department of Transportation." It was really busy - Spring Break is the beginning of tourism season on the island, and the tourists love to hop a free ride on the ferry in hopes of seeing dolphins. The line to get on the ferry doubles, maybe triples, leaving some waiting almost an hour to taxi across to Bolivar Peninsula. I'm sure that the commuters going home to Bolivar hate this time of year. We definitely get frustrated with all the added traffic and competition for parking, but tourism is the life-blood of the island's economy so, in a way, it's good to see them all back.
When we got back to the island from Bolivar, it was getting dark, our legs were sore, our bottoms ached, and we had worked up an appetite. We headed over to Zack's Mac Shack on Post Office Street, a new restaurant on the island that we've been excited to try that serves different types of macaroni and cheese. (Bucket List 8 again!) Brent ordered Mac and Cheese Shrimp Scampi and I had Macaroni and Cheese Balls. Those are the Mac-N-Cheese Balls in the picture on the left - it's macaroni rolled into a ball, breaded, and fried. It was absolutely delicious and just what we needed to peddle the last few miles home.
By the way, we do not recommend riding a bicycle or walking home in the dark on the island - it's amazing how the island scene changes once the sun goes down and the moon comes out. The cemetery, the orphanage, the old abandoned buildings, and the dark alleys all seem haunted with danger lurking around every corner. We laugh and joke that it feels like we're living in an episode of the Walking Dead - it really does - but it's both heart-breaking and frightening to see the homeless, the crackheads, the dealers, and the prostitutes standing on the street corners and outside the gas stations, walking aimlessly across the street or riding bicycles without any regard to oncoming traffic. We peddled as fast as we could to get home, despite our tired legs and aching backs--next time, we'll try and make it home before dark because that was not a fun ride!
So that was our adventure date yesterday! We were out from 2:00 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. and we rode 14.5 miles overall! (We're dorks - but we were proud to calculate that.) We love island life - old cemeteries, abandoned orphanages, obnoxious tourists, sketchy night scene, and all. I'm really going to miss Brent over the summer - he's got a 90 day cruise from mid-May to mid-August coming up - so I hope that we can have many more weekend adventures between now and then!
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