|This one's for you, Linda! Robin's husband Gary showed up to celebrate as well.|
Instead, I took off with Robin to this place on John's Bayou where she had some missions to accomplish. So did I. Here is some of what got done.
Then we were off to chase down some beach memories. You cannot live in Florida and expect much to remain the same from 30 years ago, but it doesn't mean you shouldn't try. I think that counts for a lot more places than Florida too.
This area is a little confusing if you don't know much about the Panhandle of Florida. It seems like the coast should just be the coast, but it isn't. There are bayous and creeks and bays and all manner of bay bridges if you don't live directly on the beach.
We were off. Yes, not like that. How many double negatives does it take to make a positive?
|There were a lot more sights like this but it was sort of depressing. I'd much rather remember the funky bar where we went dancing lo those many years ago. The bar is only gone in reality.|
|Replenishing dredge for a little beach here.|
On the other side of the bridge, the giant hotel side, is a Margaritaville. Outside of that is a magnolia tree that was apparently killed by the construction going on. Instead of simply razing it, one very creative act of grace happened.
At that point I needed to just get by the water quickly. We found a row of empty boat slips and sat ourselves down for a bit.
Time to go re-visit a beach bar.
|I can't express how this makes me feel. All I can say to the powers that be on Culebra, heed and act.|
|We ordered oysters anyway. They were from someplace not in Florida but very fresh. Good but not WOW.|
After a stop for wine and cheese we headed to one beach we knew they hadn't gotten to, only because it was part of a state park. Back then there were no boardwalks, no signs. The dunes WERE made for walking because that's how you got to the water.
It is still beautiful. Very beautiful. At least three older people walking down the beach stopped to enjoy our enjoyment and add to it with their own. We all have our own memory frame for the reality of now.
Have a whiz-bang wide awake Wednesday! Do something wholeheartedly.