Yesterday, we made it back home again. We unpacked the car, did laundry, paid bills and made appointments for next week. Picking up the pieces of life again, we got to work performing all of the flotsam and jetsam of tasks that make up everyday life. Pictured are the ferries that service Port Aransas, some half-a-dozen of them. We saw as many as four operating simultaneously, but not the full complement. Once we crossed when only one ferry was moving. On that time, we were first onboard and then later first off. I do not think that our ferry was even full. The ferries cross near an opening to the inland waterway. Huge tankers routinely ply these waters. Once at dinner, a Polish natural gas tanker passed our table. It was swaddled between three tugs. I remember a Sixty-Minutes article that described one of these boats transiting Boston’s harbor. All traffic was halted as this great ship passed by. The reason for this was its cargo, enough gas that if ignited, it would go off like an atom bomb. Fortunately, no such incidents occurred while we were visiting. I am sure that all of the ferries halt their crossings when such a ship goes by.