My grandparents lost their beach cabin in Hurricane Carla in 1961. After that, my family used my great uncle’s cabin in Gilchrist. When we were going to the beach, this is where we went. Each summer we’d go down for a week, with my dad commuting each day while we played in the surf near the pilings that surrounded the Dishman’s long-lost pool. David and I always looked forward to Bingo night at the volunteer fire department. As the years went by, the walk between the edge of the slab and beginning of the beach got shorter, until the installation of the geotube a few years ago halted the sands advance just a couple of yards from the deck. Until last week.
a view from a plane offshore:
I wonder if I can fish the inlet from our property…?
(Not exclusively. Texas Open Beaches Act renders the property into the public domain at this point)