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Happy Swampentine’s Day

For Valentine’s Day, Tim and I celebrated amongst all the romance of the Florida Everglades.  Alligators, Spiders, Crocodiles and Mosquitos all add to this special day.

Gator #206?
The Everglades

Well we wish they did…

This weekend, Florida is once again awash in an atypical cold front.  With lows in the 40’s and highs barely hitting 60, even the mosquitos don’t bother to show up.  The result is a very unusual Everglades experience.  Bundled up our wool and sweatshirts, we’ve explored the mangrove coves, 3 foot deep manatee filled Florida Bay and gator holes.  We’ve found out some surprising misconceptions about this amazing place:

1. The Everglades are not a Swamp.  All the water that trickles through this wetland is on a constant move.  Nothing is stagnant or still.

Ingredients of the Everglades

2. You come to the Everglades to see the Alligators.  Nope.  Gators are here for sure (we counted 206 in one day), but most of the travelers are here for the birds.  Pink, White, Green, Blue, Tall, Small, the wading birds that feast on the fish, shrimp and bugs are vibrant, plentiful and gorgeous.

3. You’ll see Flamingos in Flamingo.  Wrong again.  Apparently Flamingos are tasty eating in addition to being that lovely pink color.  They used to stop at Flamingo Florida, site of the current camping area in the Everglades, on their migratory path north.  When Plume Hunters (bird poachers) discovered this in the early 20th century, they decimated the flocks.   Flamingos aren’t dumb.  They just stopped coming here, choosing safer routes.   Every once in a while a Flamingo will appear here, but it’s very rare.

4. Everglades are infested with spiders, beetles, snakes and mosquitos.  We’re told that this is actually true.  But based on our experience (in the chilly air), it’s quite pleasant.

Our factoids were easy to gather with our various tour guides of the weekend.   Ah but I’m getting ahead of myself.  Let’s start at the beginning.

Perfect Campsite and Florida Keys Sunset
Camping on Picture Perfect Long Key

Thursday afternoon, Tim and I made a decision.  It was time to leave the Keys.   We’d spent an amazing 3 days at our favorite camp spot on Long Key.  Here we had beach front camping, ocean breezes and warm weather.   We could have stayed longer but we’d delayed our plans for too long already.  Friday morning as we got packed up, the Camp Host swung by to ask if we were staying.  “There’s high winds predicted tonight,” she said.  We told her that we were leaving and she responded “Good timing.”  That seemed like our cue.

We drove up through Key Largo and settled into Homestead, our reluctant basecamp throughout the last few months.  Arriving at the large local Starbucks, we got comfortable for the work day.

Homestead Storm

As promised, by 5 pm the winds picked up.  Suddenly the doors of the Starbucks were banging open and shut and an uprooted palm tree flew down the street.  Sirens started blaring up and down Route 1 and we were glad we’d hunkered down.  While we sipped on coffee and watched chaos outside, Sylvia called with some news.  She and Leroy were at the Celebration of the Century of UNC Tarheels Basketball.    We wish we could have been there to share the fun!

The storm blew through quickly and 2 hours later, we emerged from Starbucks, ready to tackle our “big city” errands.  We grocery shopped, cleaned up Frank and finished the last of our Cracker Barrel Xmas Gift Certificates from Ann and Scott.   We also learned that Cracker Barrel is happy to shelter traveling RV’s so we parked Frank for the night.

Next morning we finished our errands with a trip to the Homestead Mrs. Kleen’s Koin Laundromat.  Clean and restocked, we drove 15 miles west past Key Lime pie stands and alligator farms to the entrance of the Everglades National Park.

Mantees in Flamingo Marina
Manatees in Florida Bay

This 1.5 million acre area is totally unique from any ecosystem in the US.   We took a backcountry boat tour through the floating mangrove forests with Captain Frank.   Here we saw mahogany trees,  endangered manatees, pineapple-like airplants and the deadly manicheel tree.   Calusa Indians used this toxic tree’s sap for their poison arrows that killed Ponce De Leon.  A favorite torture was to leave unfortunate captured Spaniards tied to the tree.  “Don’t eat the apples,” Captain Frank deadpanned.

Air Plants
Air Plants

Captain Frank was quite the character.  70 years old and still sporting an earring, he had stories of the Everglades from the early days.   “We’d come out here, kill a wild pig and barbeque it with pineapple and swamp cabbage (hearts of palm)”, he’d reminisce affectionately.  He also loved to pepper his stories with cliffhangers.   He’d tell us, “Next,  I’ll tell you about the one thing that gives life to all else here in the Everglades…Things could get interesting,”  and kick the boat into overdrive for 10 minutes of silence.  We were a captive audience waiting for the next installment.

Tour on the Pelican
Aboard the Pelican

Off the boat, we set up camp at Flamingo Campground.  As promised, there were no flamingos.  But we were surrounded a dozen exuberant kids that were equally entertaining.

Sunday we woke up to another chilly and blissfully mosquito free day.  We decided it was finally time for a bike ride and we pedaled 4 miles up the road to Snake Bight Trail.  A bight is a bay within a bay, but as we pedaled through the dense mangroves we appreciated the cleverness of the name.  A few degrees warmer and I could imagine a  Burmese Python dropping on us from the dense canopy overhead.   Yep, Burmese Pythons are the newest local of the Everglades after multiple Floridians decided this was the best place to dump their unwanted exotic snakes.

Emerging from the forest, we reached a platform over Florida Bay.  Ahead of us showy Roseate Spoonbills, snowy Great White Egrets and frisky Ibus feasted on the shrimp embedded in the mud exposed by the low tide.   It was one of the most peaceful places Tim and I have seen on our trip.

River of Grass
River of Grass

We pedaled back to the campsite in time for a gorgeous pink Valentine’s Day sunset.

Monday we decided it was time to see some alligators.  We drove to Anhinga Trailhead after hearing we may see some wildlife.  That was an understatement.  We walked around the side of the ranger station and saw alligators sunning themselves, anhinga peppering the trees and hundreds of herons, egrets, ibuses and ducks.   It was hard to stop taking pictures of the locals.

The Anhinga
The Anhinga
Tri-Colored Heron
The Great Blue Heron

Roseate Spoonbill
Ibus and the Roseate Spoonbill

On the Prowl
Not Gators.. Vultures
The Gators are no's the Vultures!

After a delightful hour we then packed up again and drove out of the Everglades around the perimeter of the Park and back in at Shark Valley.   On our bikes, we pedaled the 14 mile loop out to Shark Tower, a 60 foot tall observatory.  Here we found the Everglades we expected.  Pedaling down the path you would look over and there was a 12 foot alligator 2 feet away.   It was a little unnerving….fortunately they were far more interested in getting some warm sun than Tim or I.

Stay on Trail
Riding through the Everglades

Pecking Order
Gator Pecking Order

After the bike ride we made our way up to Fort Myers Beach which will be our home for the next week.  We’re steadily heading north up the Gulf Coast of the Florida, even if the weather isn’t cooperating.  We’ve got a date with Austin in March and we don’t want to be late!

What do Powder, Pushups and Park City have in common?

Superbowl Circus in Miami
Superbowl Comes to South Beach

Wednesday began the journey of 8 people from all corners of the East Coast to gather in Utah for the Fifth Annual 429 – a – palooza Ski/Superbowl Weekend.  Tim and I started our trek from Miami.  We took the day off from work and drove to South Beach to absorb the Superbowl Mayhem.

Beach Time
Miami Beach Time

We tanned in front of the ESPN announcers and walked past Kid Rock to get our coffee.   Miami overflowed with all things Saints and Colts.  We chuckled at the irony as we boarded the plane in Miami to fly 2000 miles watch the Superbowl in Park City.

Frank Wedged In
The Best Parallel Parking Job of All Time

As we came up from the South, Chico and Mel escaped the 3 feet of snow in DC the same night.  We all landed in SLC at about the same time and drove to Park City for Night One of 429-a-palooza.  Having arrived after midnight, the party was decidedly tame.  We popped in at the Hauschild Park City Villa to say hello to Jimmy and then headed to bed.

South Beach Celebration
ESPN on South Beach

Next day we all gathered back at the Hauschild’s where we found Kevin Frazier in from Maryland and ready to ski.  Chico, Mel and Frazier left for a sunny day on the slopes at the Canyons while Tim, Jimmy, Trish and I all went to our respective “offices”.

Red Iguana
Dinner at the Red Iguana

After a productive work and ski day we all piled into our brand new (17 miles on the odometer) rental Suburban to go back to Salt Lake.  We picked up Jimmie and Keri from their house and parked at the Red Iguana, home to the finest mole north of El Paso.   Here we met Rick, a friend of Mel’s who very generously allows us to stay in his Park City condo each year.  Many tortilla chips and margaritas later our Designated Driver, Jimmie Hauschild drove us to the airport to gather the last of our straggling travelers, Mark and Casey Weiser.

Finally 429 was reunited again.  We all went home to our respective beds with visions of Alta dancing in our heads.  Friday morning started with the traditional Einstein’s Bagel pickup and a trip up Cottonwood Canyon to Alta Ski Resort.  It was on the car ride that we were all first introduced to The Commander.   Also known as Jeff, The Commander had become intrigued with Mark’s tales of the legendary 429-a-palooza  one night at a party in Arlington.   He promptly booked his airline ticket.   As a Naval Commander/Flight Surgeon and all around great guy with a terrific sense of humor, he fit right in.

Work Day at Goldminer's Daughter
My Office at the Goldminer's Daughter

The Commander
Chico and The Commander

Though Friday was a work day for me, I got a taste of the mountain by setting up shop at Alta’s Goldminer’s Daughter while everyone else rode the lifts up.  The snow was good and inspired Tim, Frazier, Chico and The Commander to ski Alta’s steep chutes.   The Commander started his ski vacation right with an unexpected 10 foot air that he never saw coming.   It was an impressive beginning.

Another Satisfactory Day on the Slopes
Mel and Kevin after a good day at Alta

We gathered again at the base for Happy Hour and then drove back to Park City to meet Trish for pizza and Margaritas at the Hauschilds.   The hot tub filled up immediately and the tequila flowed.  3 hours later, a quiet night at the house had turned into a raucous dance party where shirtless guys hung from the mantle and danced on the tables.  While the party raged, The Commander watched amazed, looking as if he may have had second thoughts about his decision to come to Utah.

429-a-Palooza at Its Finest

It was late when we all fell asleep and Saturday morning came very early the next day.  Tim and I woke up to knock on our bedroom door.  Jimmy Shell had driven  up from Salt Lake City for a day of skiing and wasn’t going to be deterred by our sluggishness.  We rallied everyone together, revived ourselves with more bagels, hydrated with coffee and got back into the Suburban to head to the Canyons.   By this time our group was 12 strong.  We piled onto lifts and headed up the mountain.  The snow was soft, with a few new inches on top.

Fill it up Again
Frazier and Tim's self portrait

It was the Terrain Park that got the most attention from our crowd.  Jimmy Hauschild started the day with a spectacular yard sale crash off a roller.   The mountain echoed from the sound of multiple helmets banging off the tabletop rail.  It was my first day on skis all year  after no strenuous exercise during my month in the Keys.   After 3 runs I was back at the base of the hill, renting a snowboard.  Much better.

Steaks on the Grill
Steaks on the Grill

We wrapped up the day early in order to head to the store to shop for dinner.  Traditionally we always go out for a big dinner in Park City, but this year we decided to cook our feast at home.  The menu began with Casey’s delicious bean dip, Tim and my bacon wrapped stuffed jalepinos, and Trish’s legendary cheese fondue.  Next we grilled filet mignon, munched on Caesar salad, and devoured Mel’s twice baked mashed potatoes all washed down with Margaritas.   Jose Cuervo once more made his appearance.

Who Dat?
Who Dat?

By the end of the night Dance Party 2 was in full force.  Tim and The Commander got in a Pushup Contest.  It wasn’t even close.  Tim did 10 pushups, which the Commander topped with his own 10 pushups.  The only difference between the two sets was that the Commander completed his 10 with Mel standing – yes standing – on his back.  Sorry Tim…no contest.

Clean Up

The party finally died down when The Hangover came on the television.  There couldn’t have been a more fitting movie for the day.

When Superbowl Sunday dawned, Tim and I collectively decided to take the day off from the slopes.  Frazier, Casey, Weis, Chico, Mel and the Commander made their way up to Deer Valley, while Jimmie, Trish, Johan, Tim and I puttered around the house getting ready for the annual Superbowl Bash.

Miami-thin Blood
Thin Miami Blood

Jimmie Shell and Keri drove up from Salt Lake just in time to place some bets before the game.   In addition to who would win (the Saints of course) we also had to put some money down on how many times the cameras would show Kim Kardashian in the crowd and how often the newscasters referenced Hurricane Katrina among other ridiculous wagers.   Vegas will place odds on anything.

The Ladies
The Ladies

The crowd was definitely biased towards the Saints and everybody was in a very good mood when the 4th Quarter came to a close.  Kim K hadn’t made it to the game so we lost that bet, but the important ones worked out.   We then wrapped up the night with our slideshow of the weekend’s greatest moments.  Tim whipped it together during the second half, picking through 10 hours of video and hundreds of photos, finding the very best.   It’s a great way to end a fabulous weekend.

Tonight we are back on the Keys in our favorite campground on Long Key.  Casey, Weiser, Chico, Mel, Frazier and The Commander survived the blizzard and multiple delays to make it safely back to DC.  Another successful 429 – a – palooza has come and gone.  Only 360 days until 6.0!


After a night of covert camping beach side at Key West, Tim and I decided it was time to move on.  We’d enjoyed our time in Key West but with no place to stay, it was time to go.  We drove out of town without a plan until 20 miles up the road, we turned right into the Sugarloaf KOA.

Lounging at Zachary Taylor State Park
Hard Day at Work

Here was, without a doubt, the friendliest, cleanest, nicest facility we’d come across in Florida.   Though we thought we’d just spend Wednesday there, we ended up staying here for 3 nights.  On our last evening on Friday, we struck up a conversation with our new neighbors, Kathy and Frank.  They were visiting from DC and had brought their kayaks.  Frank gave us some recommendations of places to see on Saturday.

Poolside Office in Sugarloaf Key
Our KOA Office

We woke up early Saturday eager to explore.  We’d decided we’d rent boats from the nearby Sugarloaf Marina and explore the mangrove creeks that split the Keys in all directions.  We chatted with Frank and they invited us to join them on their paddle, an invitation we eagerly accepted.

The Spider Hole
Kathy and I check to see what is swimming beneath us
Mangrove Exploration
Mangrove Exploration

We started from the Marina with the wind at our back.  We quickly left the main bay and ducked into a small channel cutting through the banks of dense foliage.  This small creek was the entrance into a different world.   The crystal clear water couldn’t hide the many varieties of  fish, starfish, conchs that find a home here.  I broke my paddle down to two pieces in order to steer through a mangrove tunnel that was no wider than my boat.   Tim and I worked to keep up with Frank and Kathy as they pointed out the many varieties of wildlife we passed.

Squeezing through the Spider Hole
Through the Tunnel

Our Friend Frank from Virginia
Frank Leads us Through the Mangroves

After 2 hours of creeks, we broke through to a larger bay.  Here we hugged the mangrove banks on a shark hunt.  Nurse sharks will doze on the bottom of the shallow sand flats allowing a kayaker to glide right over them.   This 5 foot shark not only didn’t mind us there, but seemed curious about our boats and swam to each of us investigating.

Photogenic Nurse Shark
Lazy Nurse Shark

We saw black bull sharks, rays and more nurse sharks as we slowly made our way up the banks.  We can’t thank Frank and Kathy enough for sharing these secret caches of amazing wildlife.

After we pulled our boats out, we said goodbye, packed up Frank and started to make our way north.  We are flying out of Miami on Wednesday for our annual 429-a-palooza trek to Park City so we are slowly making our Keys escape.

We drove up to Marathon Key, the midway point of the Keys, where we planned to go to the 1st Annual Keys Traditional Music Festival.  When we pulled up to the venue, we weren’t impressed.  A tent in the parking lot marked the stage where about 100 folding chairs were set up.   This wasn’t quite what we had in mind, so we turned around, keeping our $30 in our pocket and drove to an interesting restaurant we’d passed on our way.

Porky’s BBQ and Seafood sits right on the water.  When we walked across the uneven floor and sat down next to the pelicans, we knew were in the right place.   Here we ate oysters, ribs and conch fritters, sipped $6.00 pitchers of Key West Ale and listened to Rocketman, a local icon play Jimmy Buffett tunes.

3 hours later, we were still there, watching basketball and making new friends with the locals.  We ended up joining them at the Hurricane, a fun bar that is hidden in plain sight on the Overseas Highway.   We kicked back and listened to another good local band.  We felt like we’d still gotten our share of traditional Keys Music after all.

This morning we woke up after another covert camping escapade, wanting something a little more “permanent”.  We love to be able to camp almost anywhere, but there is something to be said for a place to come home to. And Marathon, though fun for the night, is not a particularly attractive town.   We drove away, passing two gold helmeted motorcyclists sporting matching “Jesus is Lord” leather jackets.  Time to get going.

Fix a Flat on Island Time
Fixing a Flat With an Amazing View

It was one of those days where we had no expectations.  We didn’t have plans or reservations anywhere.   We just decided to see what would come our way.  10 miles outside of Marathon, we noticed some amazing camp sites that were right on the ocean.  We kept driving and came across the entrance for Long Key State Park.  We pulled in to see what we’d find.

Camp on Long Key State Park
Long Key Camping

We couldn’t believe our luck when the host told us that for the first time in weeks, they had a few empty sites.  “This is the best camping in the Keys”, she said.  We agree.  We drove in and parked Frank 10 feet from the Atlantic Ocean under a palm tree.

Toes in the White Sand at Long Key State Park

Here we had one of the best days we’ve had on our trip.   We made a delicious crab quesadilla for lunch, went biking on a hard packed sand trail through the hardwood “hammock”, and then grilled over a camp fire 5 feet away from the Atlantic Ocean.   We love Floridays.

End of the Road

Terminus - U.S. 1
We Started Driving US1 in Maine...We've finally came to the End of the Road

After a blog break, there is much to catch up on. We’ll start on Thursday with our arrival to Key West. We pulled into town early in the morning and Frank was making a horrible racket. Armstrong Ford had told us that the van just needed some new bushings and could be driven with no problem, but when we clunked and clang across town, we decided to get a second opinion.

Axle Ending
Frank's Broken Axle

We found Duncan Ford and Dean their service manager walked out of the office to take a look. “Hmmm,” he said, “smells like axle fluid.” 3 hours later Frank’s wheels were off…again. They’d pulled the rear axle and sure enough our axle bearings were bad. Not only that, the bad bearings has worn a perfect groove into the axle. Had we continued to drive, it would have snapped and the wheel would have come off. So two completely wrong diagnoses later, we finally had our clanking solved. The next day Frank was running quietly as a mouse…ok a big deisel mouse, but he was definitely way quieter. It’s a huge relief.

Everything in Key West Costs Money
Sign at the Coffee Plantation - Everything in Key West Comes at a Price

Meanwhile while Frank was finally getting treatment, we met up with Ann and Scott. They’d driven down for a long weekend from Fort Lauderdale and brought beautiful weather with them. We spent the next two days hanging out by their condo’s beautiful pool, enjoying great Key West meals and sunsets and even better Jackson Hole company.

Lunch on the Beach
Lunch Break

Yet Another Impressive Sunset
Sunsets are Their Specialty

Mark and Christine, our friends from Connecticut, came down on Saturday and we spent two very fun nights dancing to the nonstop party on Duval Street. Sunday was dedicated to beach time and they too realized the dangerous pull of Keys Disease.

Sunset Jesters
Mallory Square Jesters

Monday we were back at the condo with Ann and Scott where we relaxed and recovered. We ended the night with the final slices of Mrs. Mac’s Key Lime Pie, washed down with the last sips of the Bourne’s Limoncello. It was the perfect farewell to Key West.

Watching it Go
Farewell to Another Beautiful Day

Today everyone has left.  After a bit more exploring of the gorgeous Key West Gardens and the Hemingway house, Tim and I are camping by the ocean on the A1A. We’ll miss everyone dearly, but we console ourselves with the last two Key Lime Beingets left over from breakfast this morning. Now if the Tarheels could just pull out a win!

Exotic Palms
Hemingway House

Due to our long break, we are also overdue in wishing many birthdays! Warm belated tidings to Pat, Sylvia, John, and DC. We love you guys!

Keys Disease

We’d been warned…but I think we may have caught it despite ourselves.  Tim and I seem to come down with a serious case of Keys Disease.   Folks say it’s a state of mind, and I’d have to agree, once on the Florida Keys, you just don’t want to leave.

Another Sunset in the Keys
Sunrise on the Keys

After a week of cold temperatures and work, we finally began to understand the draw when the sun broke out, and the thermometer read 78 on Friday.  Frank’s doors stayed open all day to let in the warm air.

Bahia Honda State Park
Looking out to Bahia Honda

Saturday was our day to play so we started early.  Though showers were in the forecast, we didn’t let that deter us.  After a light breakfast we got on our bikes and road 7 miles to nearby Big Pine Key.  Here 300 tiny Key Deer rule the roads.  Speed limits are posted at 35 to make sure no endangered Key Deer is lost.   We spotted 2 of these dog sized fawns while pedaling through town.  We then biked out to No Name Key.

Feral Roosters of Key West
Feral Rooster or Tasty Alligator Snack

No Name Key is a largely undeveloped area that demonstrates what the Keys would look like without a developer’s intervention.  Swampy muddy mangrove forests, and coral beaches are the Florida Key’s true side.  These sanctuaries support an amazing variety of birds, as well as alligators, deer, feral iguana, snakes, and scorpions.  It’s not for the faint of heart.

Bahia Honda Beach Time
Sunshine on Bahia Honda

We spent our morning riding throughout No Name, pedaling until our trails petered out in some boggy mess.   By noon, we were tired, hot and sweaty and ready for beach time.   We rode back to the Sunshine Key and packed up Frank.  Our next destination was Bahia Honda, the one “true” beach in the Keys.   No sand was ever transferred here.  Both the bayside and ocean side beaches are natural and gorgeous.  Our afternoon was spent napping on warm sand.   The water is still frigid from the week’s cold weather so there is no swimming to be done, but we still thoroughly enjoyed our beach time.

Sunset on Old Bahia Honda Bridge
The Old Bridge across Bahia Honda

As the sun went down we walked up on the old Bahia Honda bridge.  As you can see, sections have been removed to keep people off, but the silhouette is still beautiful in the sunset.

After a near perfect Key day, we weren’t done.  We then went in search of the area’s 5th Annual Seafood Festival.   We weren’t quite sure where it was, but after driving up and down Big Pine Key, we realized it was down the road 30 miles in Key West.   We were hungry and had no plans for the evening so we took Highway 1 all the way south.

We drove to Bayview Park and stuffed ourselves on rock lobster, conch fritters and grouper.   The crowd was mostly locals and it was really fun to see a different side of Key West than Duval Street.  We hung out and listened to music while the Festival wound down.  We chatted with a few residents and discovered that camping next to the park wouldn’t be a problem.  With our sleeping arrangements solved, we walked downtown.

It doesn’t seem to matter what time of year it is, Key West is always hopping.  We toured the local bars, watched football, sipped margaritas and even danced until late into the night.

Frank at the Beach - Key West
Frank by the Beach

We woke up early the next morning hoping to get a little more beach time.  On the advice of a local, we skipped the fake man-made beaches and instead drove to Fort Zachery Taylor where we found the best beach we’d seen yet.  If you are in Key West, this is THE beach.

Great Day for Saling
A Perfect Day for a Sail

Tim and I parked Frank with perfect seaside views and watched as the morning storms rolled through.  By noon the rain cleared and we started to chat with a fellow beach comber.  Bob from Miami, told us that the many sailboats that we saw on the horizon were part of the Key West Race Week.   We got more and more excited as we heard that world class competitors would be in Key West all week racing.   Today they were practicing and getting their crews lined out, before Monday’s races began.

Turns on the Buoy
Fast Around the Buoy

The wind was blowing hard, and we watched in awe as the boats cruised across the waves.   Many of the boats are completely flat bottomed with only a spear like 20 foot long keel and rudder.   This makes them incredibly fast.  We couldn’t believe how quickly they circled the buoys.  Frank couldn’t make a turn that fast.  It was an inspiring afternoon.

Prelimaries at Key West Race Week
Moving Quick

We then rode to town for some more football and to split a Sloppy Grouper.  This enormous sandwich starts with fresh caught fried grouper on a toasted hoagy roll.  The kitchen then tops it with pickles, lettuce, tomato, coleslaw, bacon, FRENCH FRIES, and tarter sauce.   We split one of these delicious messes and were stuffed.  It’s yet another Must Do on the Key West list.

Heading Home
Heading Home

Our last errand for the day was to pick up a Conch Shell for Frank so that we can now participate in the Sunset Key 5:00 pm Conch Blow.  With Conch in hand we drove back to our site, after a fabulous Key weekend.

Fort Zachary's Sculpture Garden...feels like home

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