Feb 22, 2015    It’s 8:00 a.m. and I just saw my fisherman off to hopefully catch his supper.  It’s already 80 degrees and sticky.  E T is sacked out in her favorite spot looking out the screen door waiting for some …. excitement???  Not here, this is one of the quietest campgrounds I’ve ever been to.  There are only 28 sites.  The most excitement we’ve had this morning was three Ibis (birds) walked in front of the RV.  E T thought they came to play with her, but when she went out they flew away.  What teasers!

My fisherman just called with the first “report”.   They are headed out of the channel and it’s pouring rain.  I’m maybe 10 miles from him and it’s not pouring here,  just a couple of drizzles.  Good news, he says he can see the Reef ahead and its clear and “flat ass calm”. That’s fisherman talk for no waves.  Hurray!!  I really hope he has a good day.  I was on the fence about going with him.  I love to fish, but my dilemma was how much do I love to fish vs a little alone time.  After a month of almost 24/7 togetherness,  alone time won.  Now that the wind has died down I know we are going kayaking tomorrow.  I’ll get my time out on the water.  I’ll have the best of both worlds 🙂

If the wind didn’t die down we were planning a trip into Key West.  I like Key West and David only goes because I like to.  If we were staying in the Keys longer I would go by myself.  I can spend a whole day just walking through the art galleries.  If we lived down here I would be tempted to start my own walking tour guide business.    I will never tire of walking by Ernest Heminway’s house, down Duval Street, through Mallory Sqyare or having my photo taken in front of Mile Marker 0.  I may have to change my routine of lunch at Fogarty’s and Happy Hour at The Bull.  I’ve been told E T is welcome for both at Schooner Wharf.  Next Time

E T and I spend the morning walking around the campground. There is one particular path that we like to walk.  I have noticed hundreds of holes in the ground.  There are even some that are on the path.  For a  fleeting moment, once or maybe twice,  I thought they might be snake holes.  If this were the case,  there would be hundreds of snakes slithering around and we haven’t seen any.  Have you ever seen or played that game Whack a mole?  As we are walking along, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye.  Little critters are popping in and out of these holes as we walk along.  One was as big as my fist.  If I didn’t have my trusty watch dog with me I might have been scared.  Instead it’s like playing a game.   As we approached the holes one darts in and further down the path another darts out and in.  I took E T back to the camper and got my camera.  I spent the better part of an hour trying to get a photo of one of these critters. I got tons of hole photos and only one crab (it’s just a little off center in the photo).  These guys are quick 🙂  I met people walking the path. We all stared into the holes.  You could see there legs, but they wouldn’t come out.  Along came a Ranger and guess what they are?  Land Crabs!!!   I like them a lot, not as much as the Kite Boarders,  but this might give you an idea how easily I am entertained.

I took this murel photo yesterday.  It is on the side of a building where The Marathon Lady, charter fishing boat, is docked.  It is SO Key like!

David caught 3 mangrove snappers and three grunts.  He came home happy.  It’s been a long time since he’s been out on the water.