A Peaceful Day on the Island
Trip Start Dec 31, 2012
94Trip End May 04, 2013
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We got out for hike around noontime. I use the word hike loosely, since it's quite level here at just a few feet above sea level. It was raining most of the morning, so we just hung out and enjoyed the peace of it all. Finally, it let up a bit, so we walked to the beach and set out in the opposite direction of our walk yesterday. The beach is so different in the cloudiness. We saw one very large crane-like bird on the way. I told Lynn that it was a stork. She disagreed, saying that he wasn't wearing a blue cap! You older among us will understand...
On our walk we met a fellow fishing in the surf, which was much wilder than yesterday. He had caught a few "whiting", which he showed us. They were in a bucket and appeared to be about ten inches in length. He said that they are a white-fleshed fish and are of the perch family. He had his rod supported in a length of PVC driven into the beach about twenty feet out in the shallow water. I joked that if a "lunker" got hold of his rig, that he might lose it. He told me that he sets the drag in such a way that it couldn't happen and added that he'd hooked a shark at one time and had no problem. He was friendly, but didn't seem to appreciate my brand of humor. He's from Michigan, but I don't know if that has anything to do with it. ;o) He said he's been in Florida all winter and that the fishing here is amazing.
With the heavier surf, there was a whole new batch of shells to be seen. Lynn, as always, was looking for a lost diamond ring. It happens whenever we walk, be it at Georgetown Lake or Timbuktu... or is it three??
We walked just over three miles. I was tired, for some reason, so that was plenty for me. Lynn was her spritely self and could have gone on for miles. You know her.
It's raining more heavily now, but you never know the strength of it under an RV roof. It would be a perfect rain for napping, but it's getting close to dinnertime and I wouldn't want to rest my weary head in a plate of food.
This campground is most pleasant. I'd love to spend a week here if we ever come back. It took us over 3,500 miles to get here, but there must be a shorter way, if the weather cooperated. By this I mean that a more direct route through the mid-western state would shorten it up, but the weather, you know.
It's about time for dinner now, so I'll close for this segment. I got only one decent shot, with the phone, so I'll post it along with this, unedited. You be the judge...