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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