You’re probably wondering where is my report on this year’s SandFest in Port Aransas. Oh, I went all right… and now that I’ve finally got the grit out of my eyes, I can write about it. It was my fault, really. Saturday (April 16) I got it into my head to walk to the festival. Little did I know that I was walking into a 29 mph wind. I got about a mile down the beach and my eyes swelled up so badly I couldn’t see. I ended up having to walk home with my eyes closed, and spent the rest of the day lying on the couch with a wet cloth over my eyes.
By Sunday, I was able to see again. I did the smart thing and took the shuttle bus. I got to the festival right as it opened. Sculptors were still busily trying to finish in time for the judging deadline. The sculptures were stunning, of course. Some were what I call “statement” sculptures — they had a message.
I preferred the more traditional “sandcastle” type. My favorite was the one that Chip “DC Sandman” Cooper and Captain Steve Zarych were building at Lesson Mountain. No mere castle, this was a sand kingdom, with guardposts, outbuildings, landscaping and a working mine. I expected that any minute I’d see little sandpeople scurrying around taking care of “Jus Dudnt Manor” business.