I don’t plan well. It’s never been a strong suit of mine. I feel like it takes out so much of the element of surprise. I tend to be more spontaneous, setting my direction on a whim, changing things on a moments notice. Sometimes this doesn’t work out well, leaving me in predicaments that cause more stress than they’re worth. More often than not though, I wander into breathtaking moments with life lasting memories.
I had one of those days recently along the gulf coast of Texas, one that I’m sure will remain with me forever. The sense of discovery that this little slice of land offered up was unexpected but I guess the best things in life usually are. That’s what makes them so good.
I was in Southern Texas trying to figure out something to do. SN10 was ready to launch but delay after delay kept pushing the test and I was at my whits end with waiting around Brownsville. The Aransas Wildlife Refuge seemed like a good choice to kill a day with me still being able to get back for the next days hopeful launch.