We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot!
Embolden by our pirate miniature golf, and obviously still speaking to each other, we head out to Caladesi Island. Caladesi Island once was part of Honeymoon Island until a hurricane separated the island into two sections. Both sections are now state parks, but, Caladesi Island is only accessible by water. No motor vehicles of any kind are allowed (except the motorized chair of course). This is the first time in my life that I have been anywhere where there were no cars, motor bikes or even bikes for that matter. The island is only about a mile long, but ohhh so peaceful.
It is purported to have the best shelling in the area. However, our shell-Nazi has declared that the beach in front or our condo is better. For example: After I had collected my shells for the day, he examined my specimens and asked if I would like for him to throw them away - there wasn't anything interesting in them! So now he has taken on Mother Nature as well as insulting God! Is that thunder I hear???
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Here is Julie doing her Vanna White impression as she points out the 25 mile? trail we are about to begin.
With Bill as our sherpa(lugging the backpack loaded with the already discussed uninteresting shells) and armed with the trail guide, we trek into the wilderness to fend off the wilds of Florida. Anyone buying this?
Oh the trail was tough! And either no one cared what happened to me or they had had enough of my photo ops!
Shortly after this photo, we encountered what Julie said was an armadillo and what I say was a skunk - either way, that was enough of nature for all of us. Bill kept wanting to read from the guide, but its hard to get people to listen as they are running ahead of you.
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