Fulton Harbor has a special place in my heart. Which is kind of weird because harbors smell bad, there are rats with wings that come down and take the food write out of your mouth (no joke a seagull bit me once, but I slapped it so I think I win).

However, every summer since I have been alive, my grandparents would take us down to Rockport/Fulton Texas, and one of my favorite things was when we went to a restaurant that was right off the Harbor and I would sit there and watch the boats come in while eating fresh seafood.