Finding Our Way

 

This will be our last week in Galveston. This five-month stay was necessary and is ending for equally necessary reasons. Our next move to College Station for six weeks is also necessary. It will lead to our final move to Stafford, TX, in June, where we will establish our new lives as apartment dwellers. All these necessary decisions would have frustrated me a few years ago. I did not like necessary choices. I resisted “having to make a choice” and would generally allow my frustration to choose a different path. I believed I was choosing freedom, but, in fact, I was letting unknown or unacknowledged forces dictate my choices. I was anything but free. But, despite the necessity of these most recent choices, we have freely chosen them. We are very comfortable with the changes they represent. I am not angry, frustrated, or sad about leaving the road. I may be disappointed, but I am comfortable with the path ahead. This comfort is the direct result of reading a 500-year-old book 17 years ago.

 

Before that book, I would find my way in life by picking a goal and then building a plan. It was not unlike using a map to find our way across the country. I would stick a pin where I wanted to go, draw a line, and then find a route that stuck as close to the line as possible. This was how my Dad planned our family vacation to Yellowstone in 1966. With the route tucked in his pocket, he backed out of the driveway on his way home. His route was dictated by his desire to get home by the shortest route possible. All along the way, he was a captive to this one goal and could not choose or even be aware of the many options for each day. He was neither free to choose his path nor able to enjoy it very much. He was either getting there or going home. There was nothing else to consider or experience. Right Lane Living, informed by a Spanish Courtier who lived 500 years ago, has allowed me more freedom and joy than Daddy ever knew in his travels.

 

This courtier was Ignatius of Loyola. He was born into a wealthy, merchant-class family and lived the courtly life of wine, women, and fighting. Family honor demanded that he join the King’s Army when he came of age, but he was gravely wounded at the Battle of Pamplona in 1521. We spent the next two years recovering in a religious community where all he had to read was the Bible and the Lives of the Saints. In those two years, his life was transformed. He started paying attention to the many desires that bubbled up in his mind and soul. His reading helped him understand that there were two sources of these desires (good and evil) and that they were pushing and shoving him this way and that. He began to “discern” these spirits in life. He then developed spiritual exercises to help him find his way through these desires.

 

He spent the rest of his life paying attention to these forces and choosing his path accordingly. He banded with two friends and founded the Society of Jesus, the Jesuits, on poverty, chastity, and charity. Along the way, he became one of the dominant voices in post-reformation Roman Catholic Christianity. Over the last 500 years, his Spiritual Exercises have become a classic text for those who study the spiritual life. It is still in print and read by millions of people worldwide. (If you want to learn more about Ignatius and his exercises, look him up on Wikipedia or ask ChatGPT to describe Ignatius' Spiritual Exercises.)

 

A core element of Ignatius’ exercises is the discernment of the movements within us. The Good is pushing us one way and pulling us back from another. Evil is doing the same. This is the origin of the cartoon image of having an angel sitting on one shoulder and a devil sitting on the other, whispering in our ears. Ignatius learned that we need to pay attention to everything we feel and hear, discern its origin, whether it is from the good or the evil, and then make our choices accordingly. For me, the Good is love and trust, joy and hope. The evil is selfishness and distrust, resignation and despair. By listening to the movement of these elements in my mind, body, and soul, a path rises and reveals itself. Then, I can make an informed and free choice. This discernment process empowers me to freely choose the road ahead at each new intersection in life, knowing that I am not held captive by whichever voice is louder at the moment.

 

I am deeply grateful to Ignatius and those who have helped me find a way through life's twisted and tangled roads. He allows me the freedom to choose the road ahead and not be held hostage to my fears, prejudices, false assumptions, and unchallenged ideas. Through his writing, I have experienced a profound journey of personal growth, seeing the power of choosing love, trust, joy, and hope to reveal a future worth living. He has helped me stop and change course when new opportunities and circumstances present themselves.

 

Do I always listen to this inner voice? No, but when I come up short, I can stop, take a breath, and start again with the new reality of all I have learned from taking a lesser path. Indeed, this way of living has allowed me to follow Carlos Casteneda's 'path with heart' and claim the fullness of life, which is the birthright of every human being! While the way ahead may be murky, I step boldly on the road ahead with hope and anticipation, knowing that it holds ample opportunities for all I desire, a good life!

 

Thank you, Ignatius. I couldn't have done this without you!

 

Travel well, my friends!

 

Bob

 

St. Ignatius of Loyola

 


Interesting Times!!!

 

I have a love affair with the word “Interesting." This old word initially referred to something that drew our attention because it was important or merely different. The infinitely curious celebrate things that are interesting. But many people feel either "meh" or "thumbs down" when they encounter something interesting. Generally, I celebrate interesting things and events. But I must admit, the last three weeks have challenged my relationship with “interesting.”

 

Since returning from Rockport last month, we have been in constant motion mentally, emotionally, and physically. We have enjoyed visits from some longtime friends and spent time with the family in Texas City. But in between these good times, I have been fighting a battle with the US Healthcare System, trying to sort out my thoughts on the changes happening in our society and discerning our long-term plans. Yep, it has definitely been interesting!

 

The first couple of weeks after getting back from Rockport, I began trying to sort out how to get my medications while on the road. Aetna, our drug insurance carrier, and Caremark, the mail-order pharmacy, have not been helpful. Aetna does not allow a 90 supply of one of my medications. Caremark struggles to fulfill orders promptly because it takes a couple of days to get an order approved. Then, they ship with USPS, which is notoriously unpredictable. Unfortunately, the customer care resources online and by phone are ill-equipped to do anything other than offer AI-generated responses to questions. If you do not ask the right question in a precise way, the responses are incomplete or wrong. After two weeks of life on the healthcare merry-go-round, it became clear that there was no way I could get the meds I needed to live my best life on the road. This meant I had to face a second “interesting” experience. It was time to discern what our long-term future would look and feel like.

 

This discernment process involved several questions: Should we keep Koko and Nakai and go back to part-time RV life? Should we sell our rig and travel exclusively by plane, train, and automobile? Should we settle down in Central Texas or the Houston Area?

 

I used the same skills we used to discern our move to full timing. (Thank you, St. Ignatius!) We discussed, pondered, researched, imagined, and sat with options until our future appeared out of the mist. You already know the result of all this. We are leaving Full-time RV life and entering part-time RV life in Houston. We will keep Koko and Nakai for now and begin to expand our travel repertoire as we explore new spaces and places. This process has been interesting, But, in this case, it is like saying a visit to the dentist is interesting. Necessary, but I am happiest when it is over.

 

Also, during all this, I struggled to complete a Blog Series about life in the resistance. As a boomer, I came of age during the dawn of the Age of Aquarius. I have never been a "hippie," but I have been a resistor to the promotion of racism and injustice against the marginalized because they differ from the mainstream (read white male.) Now that I am entering the late afternoon of my Aquarian years, I need to reframe what this resistance looks like and what it means to our society. I did this in a four-part series of blogs on my “American in Exile” blog. It has been an interesting (there’s that word again) exercise. I summed up a lifetime of thought and action and reframed it for a new generation who will write their own words on their protest signs. I found hope in this writing exercise. This hope has always been a key component of my resistance. (Cue the song “We Shall Overcome.”) After fighting the strong cultural headwinds of our times, the blog gave me a hope born from our life in the right lane where joy finds its way into my soul.

 

During all this exploring and pondering, we had a visit from our longtime friends, Mike and Candy. After an enjoyable lunch, we went out and did a little birding. Here are a few shots from our afternoon on Galveston Island. This was a much-needed respite from all that “interesting” living.

The Marsh along Sportsman's Road

Yellow-crowned Night Heron


Great Blue Heron

Young Yellow-crowned Night Heron

Black-necked Stilts

Hanging out a Laffite's Cove

Pair of Blue Wing Teals

Black-bellied Whistling Duck

White Ibis

Little Blue Heron




A Territorial Dispute

Another Territorial Dispute

Bath Time

Coexistence



Dale and Terri, our friends from Missouri, came to Galveston for some sunshine and visiting. We spent three days with them, exploring Galveston and catching up with each other. Again, this enjoyable respite helped me find the energy to complete our discernment of the future and reflect on our present.

 

At the 1900 Storm Memorial

The Grand Galvez

Murdock's Bathhouse and the Pleasure Pier

The Seawall at 25th Street.

The USS Stewart

Navigation Room

The Bridge

Captain's Quarters

Crew Quarters


The USS Texas in Galveston Harbor

The Strand

The Strand Celebrates Jazz

Juneteenth Memorial on the Strand

Dale and his Great Uncle's Namesake, USS Stewart

Torpedo Room on the Cavalla Submarine

Sub Galley

Dale in the Crew Quarters of the Sub

Torpedo Tube

Forward Torpedo Tubes

Up Top



Yes, it has been an interesting three weeks. But now we are entering a time for transitions. We hope to be in our new apartment somewhere in Fort Bend County by July 1st. Koko will be safely tucked away in a safe storage facility and awaiting a few repairs before taking us on a short trip in the fall. We have several family members facing more difficult transitions, and we will also be there for them.

 

Our time in the right lanes of life has prepared us for this road ahead. We make our plans but know we cannot control what happens on the road ahead. But all shall be well as long as I can remember that it is the journey, not the destination, that matters. Why? because I know that joy awaits us in the right lane. Embracing the joy in the journey will make the road ahead more than simply interesting. It will transform it into an adventure, filled with optimism and hope.

 

The adventure continues, and I am glad you are still with us in the Right Lane.

 

I am grateful for your companionship on this journey. Travel well, my friends.

Bob

 

My Companion and Best Friend

 


Changing Times

 

The last three years have taught me much about living in the right lane. It is all about finding your groove and settling in for the journey. And I have no intention of leaving the right lane anytime soon. Unfortunately, our life in the right lane will become more of a metaphor than a reality for us in the very near future. Most of you on FB have heard about our decision to leave the road Full-time, but I promised you more information. I truly appreciate your faithful blog reading as you shared our journey. But you deserve more than a brief announcement.

 

When we came to Galveston Island in December 2024, we planned an extended stay to get Marlene's Cataract surgery done before heading back out. While here, I had my eye checkup, and the doctor found a possible issue with my right eye and wanted to see me back in 6 months. So, we extended our stay for three more months just to be safe before we hit the road. During that time, I discovered that it would be very difficult to get my preferred diabetes meds on the road. My doctor wrote a new prescription that was not as effective but easier to get. Over the ensuing months, I have watched my blood sugar rise. While waiting, we offered to take care of Marlene’s Dad in College Station while her brother and his wife took a trip. This made sense since we were going to be in the area anyway. I was worried about the blood sugar numbers, but I revised and re-routed our trip to start in June.

 

This was all well and good until I began to think about the diabetes. I have watched countless people suffer the consequences of not taking care of their diabetes, and it finally sank in. Is full-time life worth risking all the misery that diabetes will cause? (Note the verb, will cause.) My Mom died at 75 from cardiac disease due to Type II diabetes. I am very healthy today. But if I do not do everything I can to protect myself, I will follow a similar path sooner rather than later. Therefore, our decision to stay in full-time RV life will depend on how well the pharmacy and drug plan can deliver the proper meds.

 

I have been busy emailing and texting with my doctor, Aetna Insurance, Caremark, and Amazon Pharmacy for the last couple of weeks. After exploring countless options, it became clear that neither Aetna nor the pharmacies would yield. The best they could do would be a monthly prescription by mail. Unfortunately, Caremark’s mail program is not reliable in getting the drugs in our hands on time, and Amazon does not carry the drugs. Traveling requires near-precision timing of our deliveries. I could have them delivered to pharmacies in the areas we visit. Still, too many prescriptions get lost in the transfer shuffle. Also, a local pharmacy will not order the med until they get the prescription, making the timing even more difficult. Despite our best efforts, I could not get my blood sugar down to an acceptable level while on the road. So, we made our decision. Now, we must find a way to make the most of it.

 

We will be relocating to the Missouri City area in June and starting to look for an apartment. We like the area, which is not far from the grandkids. In the meantime, we will be taking care of Marlene’s Dad and figuring out the details of our own transition. But, as of now, we plan to be in an apartment by the first of July.

 

What will our metaphorical Right Lane Living look like? We do not plan on giving up on travel as long as our health allows. We will keep Koko and Nakai for now and use them for shorter excursions. But any other travel will be by planes, trains, and automobiles, as the budget allows. However, I plan on holding on to the lessons from our life on the road. It will be more about the journey than the destination. There will be plenty of room for surprise and delight while not allowing expectations to run wild. I will still make plans but there will be more room for spontaneity, especially when we travel in Nakai. We will not be able to chase 70 degrees as effectively, but I will have to adjust. Right Lane Living is primarily about finding joy with each day’s travel.

 

Please continue to follow along with us. I will still post pictures and may do a few one-year-ago pictures from our travels over the last few years.

 

The road continues but will likely lead back to Missouri City before stepping out again. Please hang with us during this transition into our new lives.

 

Thanks for being there, my friends.

 

Travel Well!

Bob

 


That Rockport Vibe

 

Sculpture in Downtown Rockport
We spent the last week in Rockport, Texas, but I have been coming to Rockport since the 1960’s. Back then,  my Mom would rent several motel rooms, and the family would spend a few days enjoying the Rockport Vibe. If you are from Texas, you likely are familiar with the Vibe. It's a unique blend of a relaxed lifestyle, abundant sunshine, sandy beaches, fresh seafood, and, for some, a hint of alcohol. The Vibe is also about the local artists, the quaint shell shops, the hidden gem seafood restaurants, and the beautifully wind-sculpted live oaks. Some people come for the fishing while others come to see the winter birds. What is missing in the Vibe is the hustle and bustle of a city like Port Aransas. Instead, it's about locals and tourists enjoying some quiet time in a couple of villages along the bay. BTW, these visitors include the most famous Winter Texans, the Whooping Cranes. An excellent example of the Rockport Vibe is the shop “4 the Birds” on Main Street. We started going there over 24 years ago when it was on the bayside of the street. The 94-year-old owner and her daughter, a well-known wildlife photographer, run the shop with the same friendly charm we have known since our first visit. Yep, the Rockport Vibe called us down for the week.

 

Whoopers at Big Tree
Our first stop upon arrival was 8th Street, next to the Big Tree, to visit our old friends, the Whooping Cranes. These magnificent Creatures, standing 4-6 feet tall, exude a stately grace that befits their status as the royalty of the Aransas Peninsula. The field across the street from the Big Tree, a champion Live Oak, is a reliable place to visit these creatures and other assorted waterfowl. We were fortunate to encounter a family with one chick, preparing for their annual flight back to Canada in a few weeks. Here are a few photos from our awe-inspiring encounter.

 

Even Royalty Has to Scratch

Turkey Vultures High Overhed

A Mighty Handsome Couple

Stretching Feels SOOO Goood!



An Osprey Watching over their Domain

A Family Takes Flight


Warming Up for their Long Trip North

A Pile of Roseates and Friends

 

 

A Favorite Photo Spot on Fulton Beach
We spent several hours driving Fulton Beach Road and Water Street in Rockport the next day. These roads follow the bayshore and generally offer glimpses of ducks and shorebirds. The stop at Fulton Harbor yielded very amenable Reddish and Snowy Egrets plus a number of gulls. A stop at the Bent Oak Rookery offered 45 minutes of delight as we watched White Egrets and Great Bule Herons building their nests and in varying stages of courtship as the nesting season was underway. The last part of the day included our traditional drive down Water Street in Rockport, which yielded interesting sightings and memories of past trips along this narrow road by the bay. Here are a few shots from the day.

 


Great Blue Heron

Snowy Egret

Just Missed!

On the Prowl

Sitting on the dock of the bay...

Ring Billed Gull in Flight

Great Blue Heron Lurking

Firewheel

Great Blue Nest Being Built

White Egret Hauling Nesting Sticks

Great Blue Heron on Return Flight

Eurasian Collared Dove

Kestrel Looking for a bite.

Another Flight, Another Stick

Gliding Home

Great Blue Heron in Flight

 

 

The next day, we headed to Aransas National Wildlife Refuge. This is most well-known as the winter home of the Whooping Cranes, but their numbers have increased and spread out all along the coast. However, the alligators and their fellow resident herons, egrets, Caracara, Turkey Vultures, Black Vultures, hawks,  and cormorants are still here. Several trails are closed from recent storm damage, and the drought has left many inland ponds nearly dry. But, once again, driving these roads and walking the trails brings back a treasure trove of memories from the last 50 years of visiting this magical place. Here are a few of the photos.

 

Monarch Migration in Full Swing

A Curious Javelina


Eastern Pondhawk, also known as a Dragonfly.

Alligator in Jones Lake

The Other Gator in the Lake

A Very Dry Jones Lake

On the Shore of Aransas Bay

The Boardwalk and Viewing Platforms

This View Always Fills My Soul

 


Leonabelle Turnbull Birding Center
An essential part of any trip to Rockport is a trip across the Aransas Pass Causeway to Port Aransas, or Port A, as it is known. The trip includes a short ferry ride across the Intracoastal waterway into a Spring Breaker's Mecca. 40 years ago, Port A was a sleepy fishing village, but since the 1980s, it has catered to hordes of High School kids and College students during the first two weeks of March. We braved the possible crowds and found the trip much calmer than I had anticipated. Our main reason for the trip this year was to visit the Leonabelle Turnbull Birding Center. This beautiful set of boardwalks and tall platforms is designed to view many wintering species in the marsh. We made our first trip here 20 years ago when it was called the Sewer Plant. The birds are the same. The smell is the same. But the boardwalks have made the stop a photographer's paradise. We met a couple from England who had come to Port Aransas, mainly to visit the Birding Center. Today, despite the wind, the marsh did not disappoint. Here are a few of the shots from our morning.

 

 

Blue Wing Teal

White Ibis

White Ibis as chasing off a couple of Blue Wing Teals

White Morph of the Reddish Egret

Blue Wing Teal coming in for a water landing.

Teal Bath Time

Gull Bath Time

Hovering

Blue Wing Teal Drying his Wings

Ring Bill Gull Taking Off

Tricolor Heron on the Prowl

Two Love Birds, er Ducks!

Green Wing Teal

Marbled Godwit Looking for a Snack

Long-tailed Skipper


 


A Ferry at Port Aransas
On the way back to Rockport, we did a little birding along the Aransas Pass Causeway and then drove down Texas 35 to Indian Point Park on a causeway to Corpus Christi. Once again, memories abound in these old stomping grounds. My high school band used to march in the Buccaneer Days Night Parade each year in Corpus, and we always stayed at the Tally Ho Motel on old Highway 9, which, in those days, looked much like Texas 35 does now. This area is rich in memories that feed my soul, reminding me of cherished people and places. Here are a few pictures from our last birding adventure in Rockport for 2025.

 

 

Harrier in Flight

Reddish Egret Chasing a Fish

Dowwitcher

Great-tailed Grackle

Two more Love Birds, err Gulls

Long-billed Curlew

Check out that head position!

Female Grackle

Ruddy Turnstone

Willet

Least Sandpiper

And so our day with the birds comes to close.


Our next pilgrimage to Rockport must wait another year. But I plan to carry a good part of that Vibe with me as we begin preparations for our 2025 adventure to Colorado. While the memories are nourishing, I have many more memories to make in the sands that surround San Antonio, Aransas, and Copano bays. And I am already planning our return in 2026. That, too, is part of the Vibe!

 

See you Next Year, Rockport!

 

Travel well, my friends.

 

Bob

 

Our site at the new Rockport KOA. We will be back!