I missed you by about a week at Fiji. But, I knew you wouldn’t miss the fifty year storm, Bodhi.
I had been looking forward to it all day. Ever since this past weekend, when I snorkeled off the jetty into a mound of shells, waiting to be brought up. Nothing quite like snorkeling with nice, clean and clear water, then stumbling on a pile of keepers. It was 100% pure adrenaline. I watched the clock all day, soon as it turned 4pm, well, the little hand said it was time to rock and roll.
The Queen and I always enjoy the drive over the bridge to the island. We always talk about our day and then it seems once we pull into the parking lot there it’s lights off, time for the beach. Poor Queenie. She had a rough day yesterday and really needed some beach time. It’s a known fact that the Queen and I only live to get radical. The beach is radical, man.
I was slightly concerned with the red tide situation. After several years here, I have been unable to build up a tolerance to it. We checked the weather at the beginning of the week and apparently a cold front….
….A cold front – I love it when Florida meteorologists call it a cold front instead of cool front. If you’re originally a Northerner like us, you know it’s never “cold” here. It’s just…you know, kinda chilly. Right? But going over the bridge, we saw that the water was very rough and it was very very windy out.
When we pulled in, there were four guys in wet suits and surfboards getting in their van to leave. I had to look twice to make the sure they weren’t the Presidents of the United States.
We parked the car and worked out our strategy. We would pay, head left and I’d get into the water by that jetty and let the shelling begin. So we both opened up our car doors at the same time and,
Yeah, that cold, windy and slightly dead fish-smelling air smacked us both across the face. I walked over to pay, shaking from the cold wind. I looked back and the Queen was still sitting in the car, door now shut.
So, rather than pay, I walked back over to the car and got in. We didn’t even have to say it out loud.
Too cold. Maybe the Florida Meteorologists were right. Maybe we are thin blooded now.
It was stimulating, but we were outta there.
Vaya con Dios, Brah.
Yeah, that lady is wearing a coat.
I’m not sure if you can tell by looking at the pictures, but the water was rough. Not tropical storm rough, but wow, really rough. Bad news? If there was red tide, it was gettin tossed around like crazy (I’m paying for it now with a slightly sore throat). Good news? Shells are also gettin tossed around like crazy, and they usually end up in the sand where you can grab em. So we got that going for us….which is nice.
Anyhow, we didn’t want Thunder to be a total waste, so we decided to make the best of it and stopped off at a nice little Sanibel dinner spot and had some fresh seafood.
The Queen had some Mac and Cheese with Langoustine and Shrimp.
And I had the crunchy grouper with hush puppies.
So Thunder wasn’t too bad after all.
Nom Nom Nom