Tuesday, January 22, 2013

What Man Has Wrought...

We've spent the last two nights at the Quintana Beach county park, near Galveston, TX.  I love, love, love ocean, beaches, seashells, sand, sun, water, nature.  Because we prefer smaller campgrounds with more nature and fewer crowds, we do research before traveling so that we can identify campgrounds that meet those needs. (KOA's, Good Sam's, other private campgrounds generally need not apply, although they are fine for a night while passing through an area to our final destination).

So here we are in Quintana Beach County Park, near Galveston, TX, which according to pre-trip research met our requirements for a prolonged, enjoyable stay. We arrived ready to spend a week or more, but limited our stay to two nights while we used the day between for traveling to other campgrounds in the area to find a place we really wanted to stay.  We found that, and we'll be moving to Galveston State Park in the morning for an extended stay.  But here's the thing: our expectations and those of other travelers are often SO very different that to make destination decisions based on reviews we read on the net, or photos posted on the web are nearly impossible.  That's why it's a good thing that we are able to be flexible in our travel plans.  So why are we moving?

The beach here is natural, which we wanted.

The campground is not crowded, which we wanted.

The site is a dune away from the beach, which we wanted.













The problem?  Looking toward the ocean is picturesque; looking in any other direction you see nothing but man-mad edifices related to the oil or natural gas industry - NOT picturesque.

The beach here was just cleaned up the weekend before we arrived by a group of Boy Scouts, so the park's section of the beach is very nice; walk further up the beach away from park-owned land, and the beach is filthy with man-made-debris: beer bottles, potato chip bags, old coolers, bottle-tops, broken glass....this DESPITE the fact that there are very visible blue trash barrels every 100 feet or so along this entire stretch.   Even Murphy found this insulting; as we walked the beach, it seemed to become his personal goal to leave no man-made detritus unmarked (poor dog was exhausted and dehydrated by his efforts when we returned to the camper).  

Eventually nature wins out, but why are so many so destructive of the bounty that nature offers us?


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