We couldn’t wait to get to the beach last night. After eleven days (ELEVEN DAYS! Can you believe it?) of not shelling, we finally made it to one (two actually) last night for Thunder.
We stopped off at Blind Pass, but only ended up there for about 10 minutes before the Queen suggested another spot. So we headed back to the car and North until the island stopped at North Captiva Beach.
The Queen had never been there and I had just recently stopped by there within the last couple of weeks with my family who was visiting over the Christmas holiday. This time around though, the surf was calm and the water just a bit warmer. If you’ve never been there, let me describe it to you – it’s very peaceful and calm. Secluded, kind of. South Seas Resort continues on to the North and of course, those beaches are private. But it’s a quiet, beautiful spot that we recommend. They actually have a Starbuck’s out there. Next time, I may have to make a stop – grip n’ sip.
Broken shell after broken shell. Being a musician, and a sarcastic one to boot, naturally I began to sing in my head about broken shells and came up with the blog title.
A few minutes after mentioning my thoughts for the title to the Queen, she said “Thanks, now I can’t get that song out of my head.”
This weekend, we’ll be visiting Englewood Beach/Manasota Key and on the hunt for some shark teeth. Can’t wait to see what’s in the water up there!