We spent most of our time flailing around in the water, so there is no photographic evidence of the fun we had talking and floating together. It was unusually wavy for Galveston. You remember trying to swim the waves as a kid? You get right in front of one breaking and then take off as it breaks and feel as though you're sailing forward, only to stand and realize you only moved four feet? Yeah, well we did a lot of that and trying to cup tiny fish in our hands.
There's always that initial yuck I feel about threats of flesh-eating virus on the beach and fake photos on Facebook of sharks supposedly pulled out of Galveston waters a mile from the swimming area. But we got over it, except for the occasional shriek when scratchy seaweed brushed past our legs in the murky water.
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