Our hopes were met and our fears were allayed. The beach was not crowded at all. One thing did mar the week, though. Keep reading and I’ll tell you about it.
Here’s where we stayed, viewed from the water’s edge.
Here’s the view looking south:
Here’s the view looking north:
Here’s the view of the pool deck from the gate to the beach:
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Here’s the view of the pool deck from the building:
Our time in Florida included several very pleasant events, such as watching our son-in-law and grandsons play golf:
...and one decidedly unpleasant event:
After all these years, it finally happened. A pelican flying high overhead (at least seven stories up) pooped on my shirt.
But I can now share with you, from excruciatingly personal experience, two facts about pelican poop:
1. It definitely smells like fish.
2. It takes red dye right out of a shirt.
Soap and water does not help.
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On my honor, I will do my best not to bore you. All comments are welcome
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