During a colder month I visited Blue Lagoons to see a different face of the coast. Mornings were crisp; the bay held a mist. Migratory birds had arrived — ducks, geese, shorebirds in flocks. I took long walks bundled in a sweater, listening for calls. I made warm...

On my final morning I wandered slowly: one last dip in the pool, coffee at the picnic table, watching the bay’s morning hush. As I broke camp, I felt a tug of sadness — I’d grown attached to the place. I packed methodically, careful not to leave stray trash or...

At Blue Lagoons I met another couple staying in the site next door. One evening we invited them over for a communal dinner. They grilled ribeye, I prepared sides: loaded baked potatoes and grilled zucchini. For dessert we made a campfire banana split: banana split...

One theme that emerged during my stay was slowness. I intentionally scheduled nothing. I woke late, drank coffee in silence, dipped in the pool, lounged by shade trees, journaled, napped. I prepared midday gazpacho (tomato, cucumber, bell pepper, garlic, olive oil,...

One morning I booked a fishing charter out of Rockport. We headed into bays, deeper waters, exploring oyster reefs and hidden channels. The captain taught me about tides, fish species, bait techniques. We reeled in snook, trout, redfish — a salty haul. Back at camp I...

One afternoon a sudden thunderstorm drenched the area, keeping me inside the RV. Rather than be disappointed, I pivoted: I pulled out my board games, journals, and sketch pads. I baked brownies in my small camp oven, brewed coffee, chatted with neighbors who’d...

One day I packed a picnic lunch and drove to a nearby nature preserve or island trail (depending on local maps). I hiked marsh edges, observed wildlife, and found a quiet cove to beach my picnic blanket. Lunch: turkey and cheese wraps, pickles, chips, grapes, and...

A midday Texas heat wave had me retreating from the sun by late morning. I dived into the resort’s swimming pool, floated, swam laps, and chatted with other campers in the shallow end. To cool off, I made fruit popsicles: blending watermelon, strawberries, a squeeze...

The sunsets at Blue Lagoons are something to plan around. Every evening, I made a ritual: stop what I’m doing, grab a drink, and walk out to the lighted pier. Watching the sun descend, casting fiery hues across the bay, I reflected, breathed, and let go of small...

This trip I intended to go solo — just me, my journal, and the sea. I arrived, set up, and in the first hour I felt the noise of everyday life begin to fade. Without distractions, I rediscovered small joys: early morning coffee on my picnic table, watching pelicans...