I know nothing is ever perfect, but our trip was close.
We They fished, we played in the ocean, ate BIG and then ate some more, read, slept, shopped a little and went on a couple of excursions. The weather for the week was... perfect. Not too hot, not too cold and while it rained all around us, never did it once rain on us. We returned to see that thankfully, it rained some at home.
We met Kenneth's brothers at Cape San Blas and they all enjoyed being together and had a great time fishing.
|The Fishermen Three|
John fished as well, though early morning fishing didn't hold the same allure as sleeping. Still, he caught a big one... and a hammerhead shark. Yikes!
I know that people travel the world to find life's meaning. One of the books I read this week was Eat, Pray, Love. The author, Elizabeth Gilbert, does just that - travels the world to find happiness. I've pointed out before, and I remain certain that the answers to life's questions can always be found somewhere in the American South. Well. Lo and Behold if I didn't find the answer while riding along Florida's Gulf Coast.
|...maybe family and fried gizzards...|
|Kite flying on Memorial Day at the Beach|
|Still, just babies...|