Take a Hike, Ike!

What a welcome to Houston! We moved into our Houston apartment only to be run out twice by threats of severe hurricanes. First was Gustav--it really made me mad because we were unable to meet the Arnold clan in Florida. Instead, we spent one night in Galveston since I was so excited about going to the beach, then fled the Houston area to spend the weekend in Woodville. Gustav hit near New Orleans, but evacuations were much smoother and the terrible mistakes of Katrina were not repeated. Now we're running away again--this time from Ike! Ike is headed straight for Galveston, so we're in Woodville again. I'm really sad that Galveston is going to take a big hit. We had so much fun during the short vacation Mom, Dad and I spent there. As you can see from the pictures, my favorite activity was being buried in the sand, and burying my parents in the sand! We also had lots of fun watching the dolphins jumping behind the shrimp boats from our lookout pier where we could sit and order snacks and drinks. We'll have to wait and see what will happen to this little island . . . and our HOUSE! The closing had to be postponed, so hopefully it will still be standing and dry when we get back to Houston. Until then . . .