Every now and then, Grandpa Bill gets to come down and hang out with us. He picked a good time of year to come, but unfortunately Texas got hit with some ice storms and colder weather, so it wasn't much of a winter escape from Montana for him. After a delay in Houston, he finally made it down, and of course, made it to the beach. We took the ferry across to Port Aransas and hit the beach shops and the water... not too bad for February.
The native Texan with the native Marylander.
Farrah was a fan... but she'll love anyone who gives her any kind of attention.
Gotta hit the water.
And get a little sand-covered.
Son #1.
Nolan with his "tough guy" face.
Another great visit, and we know he'll be back again soon!