The amount of room Dick and I share on board the Navion, seems downright luxurious and spacious in comparison to the living conditions on Battleship Texas. We climb up and down the steep, steel ladders to different decks, and explore the ship and its exhibits for an hour or so, learning about the lives of the men who served aboard. It’s basically a small, floating city, and the logistics of sleeping, eating, showering, etc. in addition to the actual military components are amazing to contemplate. Despite her peeling paint and obvious need for further restoration, she’s an imposing presence along the Houston Ship Channel with a long and proud history, having participated in both WWI and WWII.
We take the Lynchburg Ferry to the Monument Inn, near the towering San Jacinto Monument, for dinner two nights in a row. It’s right on the Houston Ship Channel, so there’s a steady parade of gigantic, international barges, which the ferries have to dodge for the short passage back and forth. It’s kind of a bizarre industrial landscape, looming storage tanks and blazing oil refineries along the convuluted shorelines. It’s a strangely beautiful, otherworldly sight at night, like some infernal science fiction world. We go back and forth on the ferry so many times, we make friends with one of the guys who works on it, and bring him a bag of cinnamon rolls from the restaurant on our final “voyage”.
And, finally, our San Jacinto Campground is also on the water, which our infinity pool overlooks.