My drive to Corpus Christi was uneventful. Driving in the Lone Star State can be quite a thrill, but also during long stretches, downright boring.

It’s a huge-ass state and takes forever to cross it . Unlike the NE, cities aren’t close together down here.

That’s why people drive fast here. There’s stretches in west Texas that has a speed limit of 85 mph.

So I was glad to finally arrive in CC, the largest beach town in Texas – even though it was mid-November and the weather, windy, wet and chilly resembled more like Vermont than SE TX.

Perhaps that’s why the beach was deserted. I wanted to drive up next to the beach, but at each in-road, I was greeted abruptly with a No Trucks Allowed sign.

But perhaps the authorities were taking it easy that day or they were deterred by the weather.

I was happy to drive up to the USS Lexington Museum and then park next to the beach for a quick dip. Yes the water was a chilly 59 – which was downright frigid for the Gulf of Mexico.

I’ve only driven my truck onto a military base once and that was to deliver a load into Ft Belvoir.

But this time was different. I wasn’t delivering any loads. I just wanted to come on base to use the facilities – go work out, take a shower, get something to eat and then check out the RV Park.

But what screening would I have to submit to. Would I have to take my truck to the pit where security would use a mirror to inspect underneath my truck?

Would they need to see papers? Bill of Lading. Question why I wanted to drive my Big Rig onto the base?

That’s why I was blown away when they quickly waived me through.

It was like been back home, driving my Subaru onto Bolling.