
People used to hang out at the end of the fishing pier here in Galveston, Texas. Some of them even caught fish
. How did they get there? you ask. Well, they didn't walk on water.

You're right. It
is a big jump from that one section to the next. This is the entrance to the pier, next to the sea wall, and there is a huge gap between these pilings and the end ones you see in the first photo. And we're talking concrete, people. Ain't no messin' with Mother Nature when she's in a hurricane mood.

Yes, this was a popular hangout a little over a year ago until Ike blustered into town.
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This month, instead of blaming my hormones, I'm going to say, I'm in a hurricane mood. Don't mess with me.
Everything looks so peaceful and serene... and then.. the hurricane strikes...
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