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3 Hr Tour: A Meeting of the Redneck Yacht Club, Part 4

3 Hr Tour (aka, A Meeting of the Redneck Yacht Club)
Sanibel, Captiva, Cayo Costa, North Captiva
Sunday May 4th, 2008 – Part 4

Where da heck did the new pass go?

Here’s Wayne, walking down the dock, with Barnacle Phil’s behind him. We’re all fixing to leave and go shelling again. We had this vague idea that after lunch we’d head to the new pass that Hurricane Charley had made several years back, and see if it was true that there was good shelling to be had there. One would think that one would recognize a pass when one sees it. However, we suspect that it has become pretty well filled in, because we all sped right by it and ended up in Redfish Pass instead. There really wasn’t a place to beach the boats; there was beach, but the current is exceedingly swift coming through there. So we turned around and tried to find the new pass.

Along the way, we slowed down to watch a man trying to hand-feed a dolphin off the back of his boat. DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME. Although it is cool to have a dolphin come up to your boat, it’s a bad idea to try and hand-feed them. This is not Sea World; these are wild animals.

We continued to putter along until we found the place where we thought the new pass was. It was very shallow, and the folks in the other boat urged us not to attempt it, as there were still tree stumps lurking, and our prop was already stirring up the bottom – it was that close.

Later, Tootie told me that there was another reason not to try to go in there – she said that there’s a nude beach in there! =8^0 I remember news stories over the years of the nudists getting in trouble all the time out here, but now the story is that they have purchased several contiguous lots so they can be nude in peace.

I dunno… I have a lot of respect for the sun and what it can do to the skin. I guess they must go through a lot of sunscreen. Or else, maybe they pitch tents on the beach?

Seeing as how we didn’t have deep enough water to beach the boat and explore, we decided to head back. Wayne took it at a leisurely pace, and we were able to watch some pelicans diving for their dinner –

When we got back to Jensen’s marina, we spent some time browsing the shop, getting t-shirts, making a bathroom break, and settling the bill for the boats. We also gathered ’round to hang out with the manatees a bit.

Scenes from Jensen’s Marina –

Colorful signage

Egret, just hangin’ out

The Gang’s All Here – Gary, Tootie, Jon, Chris, Wayne and Dale gather to do a little manatee watching

They’re really just sort of blobs, aren’t they?

Too soon, it was time to say goodbye and end this fine day. There were hugs all around, and then we all piled into our vehicles. Picked up my car at Chris & Jon’s resort, and proceeded to Gary’s where Tootie was holding onto a plumeria that Chris had rooted for me. Finally, I got into “the sad lane” of the causeway and made my way home.

New causeway bridge – view from “the sad lane”

POST SCRIPT

I did manage to see Dale, Wayne, Chris and Jon one more time before everyone departed for home. Wednesday, they went to Blind Pass and caught a mess of fish. So after work, I headed out to the island for a cookout. The fish was delicious, and it was good to see them all one more time before heading home.

In the meantime, more friends have come into town, so we’ll be embarking on another boat tour of the islands on May 16th.

I’m starting to get into a Walt Disney World mood, though. I have a trip to Orlando coming up at the end of the month. The Flower and Garden Festival is in progress at Epcot, and I will also be able to spend some time with Chez Bro and his family.

This is why I don’t have time to be injured! The neck and shoulder were only marginally improved this morning, and that’s only because I found some muscle relaxants in the medicine cabinet from the last time I had some stupid injury. I’ll definitely be calling the doctor in the morning to see if I can get in there and have this looked at. Please God, don’t let it be a torn rotator cuff or some other thing that requires surgery!

3 Hr Tour: A Meeting of the Redneck Yacht Club, Part 1

3 Hr Tour (aka, A Meeting of the Redneck Yacht Club)
Sanibel, Captiva, Cayo Costa, North Captiva
Sunday May 4th, 2008 – Part 1

Scenes From Sunday on Sanibel

I know that a lot of you reading might be missing Sanibel and wishing you were here. You’re coming off a long, hard, cold winter, and it might still be a little chilly where you are. So we’re going to kick things off with a little sun, sand and surf for all uh y’all.

Now, we’ll take a walk through the resort. Chris said she wants to try and keep the place a secret, yet she went and posted a pic of the sign out front on her own blog. Far be it for me to give her a reason to have a little cheese with her whine, so I shan’t mention the name of the place in this post. I shall let you figure it out all on your own.

First, a little walking tour up the path from the beach. Chris had picked up a dead crab earlier, and decides that I NEED to know his status…

Here’s Chris walking up that same path, having a bad case of Plumeria Envy:


If you have some plumeria trees and Chris is staying anywhere near you, I strongly advise you to put up a fence around ’em, or chain a vicious dog to ’em at night, or something. I’m just sayin’….

So while we are at the resort, let’s take a peek at the unit. It’s pretty roomy inside. There’s a nice-sized living room outfitted with a TV, love seat and sofa that is supposed to pull out into a king size sleeper.

Unfortunately, the frame on the sleeper part of the sofa seemed to be bent, for it stubbornly insisted upon not unfurling on demand like all good little sleeper sofas are supposed to do. Are you old enough to remember the commercials with 5-year old Bernadette Castro unfurling a Castro Convertible? “So Easy, Even A Child Can Do It”. Did you just hear the jingle in your head? No? Here, I’ll help you –

Who saves you money all the time?
Who’s tops in the convertible line?
Castro Convertible!

All of this by way of saying – we ended up closing the sleeper back up and throwing a sheet and a pillow on the sofa and that’s where I crashed!

Here’s the kitchen, with our lovely model Christene, preparing to make margaritas –

One thing I really appreciate about This Place That Shall Not Be Named is that there is a back door on the unit that comes straight into the bathroom. Out the back door there is a water spigot where you can rinse the sand out of your shells, water shoes, towels or children, and a long shelf for laying them out to dry. All except the children, I mean. Those you can rinse and then bring ’em in the back door to dry ’em off. This way, they don’t have an opportunity to make the floors in the rest of the cottage icky. Yes, this back door thing is a Very Cool Idea – I give it a thumbs up.

Another thing I love is the lush landscaping. Out front of each unit, there’s a lounging patio. You can see from this photo that the vegetation is pretty dense, giving a feeling of seclusion from traffic on the path. The only downside of the vegetation is that it harbors “teeth with wings” aka noseeums. They were out in full force and biting like mad on Sunday evening. If you weren’t in the wind, you were in trouble!

During one of our forays on the beach, we met a dog that shells! I do not remember the name of the dog, but the breed was “puggle”, which I believe is a pug-beagle mix. We were walking by and this dog was bringing shells to his owner, who was lounging in a chaise. Too funny! So I stopped and asked if I could blog the dog, and the owner said “sure!”. Unfortunately, the dog was either becoming shy or getting heat stroke, because as soon as I attempted to take a photo, under the chaise he went. I eventually just took the lousy shot here, but at least you can see he’s got a shell in his mouth (looks like a broken pear whelk to me).

During another foray, we met up with Dale and Wayne. First time for me! They’re both swell people. Dale had found a nice big horse conch, and Wayne was having good luck just reaching in and pulling murex out of the sand. We split up after a bit, with anticipation of meeting up again early tomorrow morning for the big event. Then Chris and I went back and called in an order for takeout from Doc Ford’s Doc Ford’s which Chris went and picked up while Jon made a salad and I sat on my slack ass reading one of their shelling books.

What we ordered: clam chowder, the infamous beach bread, calamari, and penne with rock shrimp. You can see it all below. That’s Hermie T Crabbe coveting the beach bread. He can have it; as much as people rave about it, I thought it was just average. I would not go out of my way to get some.

After dinner, we cleaned up and since it was still light out, we went ONE more time down to the beach. Tide was coming back in, and the sun had just set, leaving a pretty streak across the western sky.

I was experiencing intermittent signal problems. The signal was much better and stronger on the beach than it was at the cottage, so I thought I’d stay down there a bit and send things that had failed. However, the noseeums, those bloodthirsty menaces, soon drove me indoors. Showers and pajamas ensued. Chris and I messed around on the internet for a while, admiring my live mobile photo blogging handiwork and sending messages to our beloved SaniBuddies, but soon we all turned in to rest up for our big adventure on Monday – The 3 Hour Tour, aka A Meeting of the Redneck Yacht Club.

NEXT TIME: Stay tuned, there’s more! We still have to go to Jensen’s and get the boats, then on to Cayo Costa for shells and Barnacle Phil’s for lunch!

Wordless, Tuesday Edition

Egret
Cayo Costa, Florida
Monday May 5th 2008

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What a beautiful weekend we had for shelling and for the fellowship of friends! Sunday was spent on Sanibel shelling with Chris and Jon; we met up with Dale and Wayne on the beach late in the day. Yesterday (Monday) was spent adventuring on Pine Island Sound. The whole weekend was Sunny and warm, not a cloud in the blue, blue skies, and the water was that clear aquamarine color that only happens on the Gulf coast of Southwest Florida.

We traveled up to Cayo Costa for some shelling (got there before the tour boats, heh heh heh!), and then went to Barnacle Phil’s on North Captiva for lunch. While some of us were shelling, others went out for a little catch-and-release fishing. Between the fish and the shells, everyone had smiles on their faces.

I’ll be sorting through and posting more photos during the course of the week, and I’ve got a few video clips to share, too. For now, I hear the call of duty (you know, that thing I do to make money – that JOB thing, ugh!) 😀 Catch you later!