At The Palms, one evening, staff brought out portable fire pits near the pool area. As dusk settled, guests gathered with marshmallows and chocolate bars. I told stories — how I drove from state to state, how I discovered hidden coasts, how one day I found The Palms....

One morning I rented a kayak in Port Aransas and paddled into quiet estuaries lined with mangroves and salt marsh grasses. The water reflected sky and tree — glassy, slow. I glided past fiddler crabs and oyster beds, watched fish leap, listened to marsh wrens. I...

It was festival season. I drove into town for Market Days — stalls of local crafts, fresh seafood, Texas art, homemade jams. I sampled freshly shucked oysters, popcorn shrimp, Gulf crab cakes. Later that week, the Shrimp Fest rolled in. The air buzzed with live bands,...

One afternoon a coastal front blew in. Rain pattered on the rooftop, wind rustled palm fronds, and skies turned steely gray. I stayed inside my RV, watching droplets roll down windows, the world damp and hushed. I rummaged through my portable kitchen and whipped up...

I signed up for a full-day fishing charter out of Aransas Bay. We loaded gear, left the dock before sunrise, and glided across mirror-smooth water. The captain told stories of Gulf life, pointed out dolphins porpoising in the distance, and called out seabirds diving....

I woke before dawn, tiptoed to my RV’s door and peered out. The coastal breeze whispered in. I grabbed binoculars and walked toward the bay’s edge. As the sun rose, graceful birds emerged — egrets, herons, roseate spoonbills, ibises, even a solitary reddish egret...

I woke early and drove over to Rockport. First stop: the Fulton Mansion State Historic Site. Walking through the restored late 19th-century mansion, I imagined the families who lived there long ago — their daily lives, family dinners, storms weathered. Next, I...

One late morning, I hopped in the car and drove over to the Port Aransas ferry. The ferry ride itself felt like a mini cruise — gulls swooping, salt spray in the air, a warm breeze on deck. On the island, I strolled through shops and stopped at a beachfront café for...

The dawn came early. I laced up my sandals and set off toward the Gulf, passing quiet RV sites still shadowed in morning haze. At the shoreline near Port Aransas, I watched seagulls wheel, pelicans gliding low over the waves, sandpipers darting at the water’s edge. I...

I eased the RV into place, backed in slowly onto the concrete pad. The sun was dipping low, casting long shadows from the palm trees framing my site. I stepped out and breathed in salty coastal air. My first evening at The Palms RV Park felt magical. After setting up,...