Melvin rides a Gargoyle
FL 2-21-15
When I watched this mornings weather I decided the best use of today's warmer temperature was to visit a few more things in Galveston. Plan B was to go to the Space Center. That is now on Tuesday's agenda.
Once I remembered I had picked up a stack of brochures at the Texas visitor center my task became easier. The Bishops Mansion peaked my interest so I did some further research on the web. Feb. 21st is a special guided tour from attic to basement at 11 AM. Oh, that would be today and we have time to get there.
As we entered and found the ticket booth I asked for guided tour tickets. The cashiers response was, "That's been sold out for days." Bummer, the web didn't say that. Once I finished biting my tongue and the bleeding had slowed, I ask for tickets to the self guide audio tour. ( Excluding the attic and basement of course).
By the time I entered the first floor parlor, I had normal blood pressure and really began to enjoy the place. Everywhere I looked more eye candy appeared. Easy, I'm talking craftsmanship of the highest standard, not females. The curved stairway was a sight to behold. As I stood nearly in a trance, Ruth wondered off on her own. Next I fixed my eyes on several stained glass windows. I've visited churches when I was a youngster with a preacher for my father. But never had I seen such detail.
Every room was another treat in its own way. Especially when I was reunited with Ruth. Our tour lasted about an hour and a half. My only disappointment was the lack of furnishings in many rooms. I also enjoy the workmanship of fine period correct furniture.
As we left the wind outside was a steady 20 mph. I know it's better than zero degrees, but it still gets annoying and makes you feel sticky with that salt air. To avoid it, we hopped in the Burb. While sitting curbside Ruth had the bright idea of driving to Pelican Island so we could watch the harbor traffic. When we arrived and no more than closed the doors behind us, a park employee approached to pet Oscar. As happens most of the time, we struck up a conversation. This one lasted 15 minutes with a fascinating Texas native that was well versed in Galveston history.
After a stroll around this rather small park we finally got to our propose for being here, watching harbor traffic. I always find it amazing how such large vessels can move so quietly. Once we had our fill, mostly of the wind and its resulting full body application of salt, we returned to the Burb and left for our GC.
PS the gargoyle was at the Bishops Mansion
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