The Port Isabel lighthouse is a pretty thing.
I looked up and imagined it welcoming old ships to new things.
I looked up again and readied myself for a climb.
First exit was an open-air landing some dozen feet from the very top. I tried to find the handful of our crew who stayed below at a picnic table, including my dear wife Karen. Their spot, smartly, was covered by a big shade tree.
I circled to soak it all in. The bridge over Laguna Madre stood out.
This was an interesting observational point.
I still had some climbing to reach the top. This was done on a straight-up ladder inside the lighthouse.
At this exit, I was surrounded by plexiglass.
I wonder why officials put this here but not just a dozen feet below.
The downward trip also had to be navigated carefully because of, well, momentum and other visitors coming up. Passing on the narrow steps was indeed precarious.
So near the water, we spotted palms and the usual resort places.
On my own while others got ice cream, I found a good version of what I’d nicknamed for this trip the elusive Salutin’ Sheriff cactus.
That made my terrific daughter Elisabeth smile.
Tough day for Syracuse, Mark. They need you bsck.
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Well, Tom, Maryland is my alma mater, so this match up is always a tough one for me!
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Sounds like you’re all having a great time. Glad you have good weather.
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The weather was really hot and dry, CM.
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I love the shots of the stairs.
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They were quite unique to me, MBC.
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great pov, and you were brave, both going up and down. the shot of the stairs looking down almost made me dizzy. )
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It was a twisty, turny journey both ways, Beth, but I loved looking over the water and land.
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