Louise Hose
Well Known Member
A spectacularly beautiful day meant that we had to find a destination for a flight today and Paul suggested Mustang Beach in south Texas (offshore from Corpus Christi). As I hadn't been there before (and was only vaguely familiar with the name), I was game. So, after a stop at the one of Paul's favorite haunts (EPO) electronics store) and several impulse purchases, we arrived at the airport. Bear and I piled into the plane with Paul, and off we flew.
Our first stop was Brazoria County, where the fuel is relatively cheap and the Canadian Tutors in the pattern and on the ramp proved an interesting diversion.
Back in the air again, we followed the coast, dodged the border surveillance balloon, and headed to Mustang Beach.
The airport proved a fine place. No one was on duty to greet us and the door was locked. But, a sign on the side door told us to use the CTAF + "*" and the CTAF was in 10" letters on the building. Not hard to figure out! One wonders who these locked doors succeed on keeping out.
Keeping things simple, we grabbed a few things and walked to the beach less than 1/2 mile away. Some other pilots offered us a ride to a restaurant in town, but we were content to grab sandwiches and sodas at the convenience store across the road and just picnic on the beach.
After an hour or so, we packed up, walked back, and headed home. A very pleasant diversion for a few hours on a lazy Saturday. Like all Gulf Coast beaches in my experience, it isn't the sort of place where I would book a week's vacation. But, it sure beats sitting in Houston for an afternoon! (Or, Paul reminds me, Springfield, Virginia!)
If you would like to see more photos of the trip, check out:
http://picasaweb.google.com/DrKarst/MustangBeachTrip030108
Our first stop was Brazoria County, where the fuel is relatively cheap and the Canadian Tutors in the pattern and on the ramp proved an interesting diversion.
Back in the air again, we followed the coast, dodged the border surveillance balloon, and headed to Mustang Beach.
The airport proved a fine place. No one was on duty to greet us and the door was locked. But, a sign on the side door told us to use the CTAF + "*" and the CTAF was in 10" letters on the building. Not hard to figure out! One wonders who these locked doors succeed on keeping out.
Keeping things simple, we grabbed a few things and walked to the beach less than 1/2 mile away. Some other pilots offered us a ride to a restaurant in town, but we were content to grab sandwiches and sodas at the convenience store across the road and just picnic on the beach.
After an hour or so, we packed up, walked back, and headed home. A very pleasant diversion for a few hours on a lazy Saturday. Like all Gulf Coast beaches in my experience, it isn't the sort of place where I would book a week's vacation. But, it sure beats sitting in Houston for an afternoon! (Or, Paul reminds me, Springfield, Virginia!)
If you would like to see more photos of the trip, check out:
http://picasaweb.google.com/DrKarst/MustangBeachTrip030108
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