The Conch Republic

Finally the chill of winter is wearing off the Conch Republic.  Though still in the 50’s, the sun is out and the Northern wind has ceased.  Soon we hope to feel those famous warm temps!

Meanwhile Tim and I have stayed busy working and living on the Sunshine Key.  We are surrounded by Snow Birds who flock to the Keys each year for sunshine and camaraderie.  Though we are some of the youngest around, everyone greets us like old friends.  It’s truly the friendliest small town in America, even if everyone’s “homes” are on wheels.

Restless Natives

Restless Native

Today’s work day was halted abruptly when a guy who found an iguana hanging out in a tree above his RV brought him around the camp to show off.  Tim and I piled out of the van for evidence of exoticness in our chilly home.  Surely with an iguana in camp there must be warmer weather around the corner?

It's Gettin' Warmer!

Fewer Layers, Getting Warmer

Our work day was again paused as 5:00 rolled around.   Over the last two days as the clock strikes Happy Hour, we hear a distant sound:

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In the quiet evening, the faint tune is joined by another…and another.  At 5:00 the residents of the Sunshine Key raise their conchs and toast the end of another day.  Cocktail hour follows as folks emerge from their RV’s to meet and greet their neighbors.


By Request, a Gratuitous Ring Shot

Next on the agenda is a spectacular sunset that lights up the sky with reds, purples, and golds.  Tim and I have discovered our favorite spot for the day’s encore pageant.  We head out of a mangrove forest to the end of a secluded pier overlooking Bahia Honda to the West.  From our box seats we watch as cranes glide inches above the water, schools of fish dart between the mangrove roots and the sun sets behind the distant palm trees.

World Famous Floriday Keys Sunset

Sun Sets on the Conch Republic

The longer we stay, the longer we push out any other plans.  We may never leave.

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