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I'm in Florida this week; we're visiting my husband's folks. His grandfather (who we're both close to) is in his 90s and in poor health, which I guess is not surprising for a guy who's 92, but since we don't get down here often, we wanted to jump on the chance to see him while we can.
Some decades ago, my husband's grandparents bought a retirement home on a canal along the western coast of Florida, and his uncle retired down here a few years back to be close to the parents as they aged. Uncle Lee is an avid fisherman who owns a 21-foot fishing boat and is REALLY REALLY ENTHUSIASTIC about taking people out on it. I am lukewarm about this because, while I do enjoy being on boats once I get out on them, I'm a nervous sailor and prone to motion sickness. However, he wanted to run us out to Anclote Island, which is about a half-hour via boat from where they live, on the edge of the Gulf of Mexico. The weather was basically nice today, with intermittent thunderstorms predicted, but it looked good and so we packed a lunch and headed out to the island.
It's actually a small chain of islands and sandbars, some of which are a wildlife refuge. We dropped anchor at the nearmost sandbar, waded ashore, and walked around for awhile, examining shells and looking at interesting seabirds.
Then Uncle Lee noticed that there was a pretty heavy-duty storm front moving in from the coast.
( It went downhill from there. )
Some decades ago, my husband's grandparents bought a retirement home on a canal along the western coast of Florida, and his uncle retired down here a few years back to be close to the parents as they aged. Uncle Lee is an avid fisherman who owns a 21-foot fishing boat and is REALLY REALLY ENTHUSIASTIC about taking people out on it. I am lukewarm about this because, while I do enjoy being on boats once I get out on them, I'm a nervous sailor and prone to motion sickness. However, he wanted to run us out to Anclote Island, which is about a half-hour via boat from where they live, on the edge of the Gulf of Mexico. The weather was basically nice today, with intermittent thunderstorms predicted, but it looked good and so we packed a lunch and headed out to the island.
It's actually a small chain of islands and sandbars, some of which are a wildlife refuge. We dropped anchor at the nearmost sandbar, waded ashore, and walked around for awhile, examining shells and looking at interesting seabirds.
Then Uncle Lee noticed that there was a pretty heavy-duty storm front moving in from the coast.
( It went downhill from there. )