The first day of March (2016), we rolled out of Alsation RV Resort in Castroville to make our way back to one of our favorite Texas destinations; Galveston Island. We had reservations made the previous October for the month of March because we loved it so much. We were promised good, spring-like weather.
On our drive, getting closer to Galveston, we went through Bay City and above was a huge banner strung from both sides of the street “6th Annual Seafood Festival – March 12, 2016 – Matagorda”. We made a mental note but apparently Dan forgot. How could he? I mean, c’mon, over twenty-five years of living up in New England leaves a permanent appetite for good seafood.
On the morning of the 12th, we rose with the sun, had our coffee and decided to two-up on Lisa’s Heritage (Dan’s bike was sold by then) because trying to find decent parking for Captain America is almost nonexistent in small town events. However, we always could find a spot for a lone motorcycle. We got dressed for the ride, grabbed our water bottles, road map, phones and rode down the coast to Matagorda.
Matagorda isn’t by any means a large city or town but that’s what we are all about small towns. Its where we think America begins and ends.
Matagorda is a township in Matagorda County, located near the mouth of the Colorado River on the Upper Texas coast in the United States. In 2010, the population was 503. Matagorda is primarily a tourist town with commercial and recreational fishing being the top industries. There are 23 miles of beach accessible by vehicle and 35 additional miles accessible only by boat. Matagorda is at the end of State Highway 60 and beginning of Farm to Market Road 2031, which runs over the Intracoastal Waterway and south to the Gulf of Mexico.
We thought because this was at the town’s Fire Hall, it meant it was going to be just a small fundraiser for a local organization. When we entered the town of Matagorda, we were surprisingly wrong. There were cars and pickups parked on both sides of the street about a half mile back.
We thought we’d have a hard time finding even a small space for the motorcycle, however, we scored! Once we got to the entrance of the festival, a nice man in a neon orange vest directed us to a space right smack near the main gate. Coincidentally, it was ‘motorcycle and golf cart parking’ for a local bar and grill. Who’da known!?
Once we got off the bike, we took off riding gear, slapped on our ballcaps and walked the very short distance to the main gate booth to pay for our $5 each event bracelets. It was rather crowded.
We noticed that folks traveled quite a ways to support this worthwhile festival by reading their shirts and hats. There were folks of all ages; tots, teens, twenties and tea toters.
Once we got inside the festival, there were some local vendors who sold their crafts and wares. We couldn’t really buy anything because, of course, we live in an RV with very limited space and weight. But we still looked.
There was a lot going on; silent auction, raffles, organization support tables, arts & crafts, kids tattoos and face painting, a live ‘Texas Cajun’ band…
…and even their own….Texas Hula Belly Dancers! No….REALLY…we got pictures!! SEE!!
Since it was nearing 11:00 a.m., we bee-lined to the food table. We paid our $10 each for our tickets to get our platters. We were so ready for this moment! We love seafood and where better than to get it a ‘seafood festival’!
There was ample seating for everyone to enjoy their vittles. Our only complaint was the only non-alcoholic beverage they offered was ‘sweet tea’. We don’t do sweet tea…we don’t do sugar. Luckily, we had our water bottles. We copped a squat at one of the tables and dug right in!
We had to get back on the road as it was getting late. We had some places to stop on our way back to our home on wheels. Though it was still quite breezy, we still enjoyed the ride.