We started our seventy-sixth day in Ingleside, TX and proceeded up the coast around the Gulf of Mexico. As we continued our travels, we took highway 35 and crossed the Copano Bay by using the Lyndon B. Johnson causeway. The Texas countryside offered us long flat roads aligned with telephone polls. There was a large field of cotton on the side of the interstate. In Texas fashion, The white puffy fibre grew in droves across from an oil drilling plant. There were huge mechanisms used to penetrate the Earth in search for the natural resource. We trekked through south-eastern Texas and then we found the next stop in the cotton refining process. The fibres had been stripped of the shrub they grew on. They would then be transported to a plant on a long semi-truck trailer where they would be cleaned and processed into massive rolls that were about as tall as the ID. 4. We crossed the Lavaca Bay using The Lavaca Bay Causeway. The 10,000 ft. bridge would be our liaison to Point Comfort, TX. We continued parallel to the gulf and came across a palm tree that was wrapped with a plethora of lights that resembled stars. There was also a blue light that reflected off the ID. 4 making this typical parking lot way more magical. We headed toward Houston, TX and there was a construction area that had some huge structures that shined with bright lights around the metal scaffolding. The next morning, the seventy-seventh day, the sun shined with rays of golden delight as we entered Downtown Houston. We joined the traffic of the huge southern city and headed into the skyscrapers. In Downtown Houston we saw a mural of some differently clothed children that had angel wings. The Angels displayed different characteristics and one bore a T-shirt that exclaimed a love for people and coffee. There was a small roadside restaurant called “El Pichón” that served authentic Mexican food and bore a painting of a funny dancing burrito by the entrance. Along the 105 surprisingly there was a red pick up truck next to a barn that had been placed nose down into the ground. It was as if the truck had nose-dived from the sky and stuck into the Earth. Near Beaumont, TX we came across a cross-fit gym where a woman was lifting weights and we then ended the day near Vidor, TX.