...is something of the past for me, I have to say. We and two of our friends joked that at least we can say that we've spent an entire night camping on the beach.
The view was insane:
We all left for Corpus Christi (only a two and a half drive away from San Antonio) crammed into a small Jetta Volkswagon armed with swim suits, fishing rods, a pop up tent, and a cooler full of food, happily envisioning the ease of camping on a beach for the first time.
After singing along to 90's stuff like the Backstreet Boys (my husband grudgingly allowed this to go on for an entire hour) and caving into urges for ice cream, we reached Mustang Island, complete with a pretty stretch of beach front and dunes.
After setting up the tent and its belongings, all four of us decided to check it out and lie down. We all stared at the top of the tent for a few minutes, felt the humidity turn our arms and legs into water sponges, and decided to quickly get out of the tent and try and build a fire.
When our small fire finally died out, we crawled gingerly back into the tent flapping in the wind and tried to sleep. I don't think I've experienced a sweatier/sandier sleep in my life. The guys claim to have stolen about half an hour to one hour of sleep that night, but the girls snagged probably around five. Lucky us?
We were all up at the crack of dawn, but even though we were like zombies sleepily stumbling around in the sand, the sights and sounds were beautiful.
We were supposed to stay for two nights, but with votes of 3 to 1, we decided that beach camping is for extreme outdoor lovers. We returned to San Antonio sunburned and tired a day early, but hey! I've gone camping on the beach!
Corpus Christi, we'll see you soon...but next time we'll enjoy you from the comfort of a cheap hotel.
So...did you go on any adventures over the weekend?? Do tell. :)