Animal Rescue

Sunday before we left the beach, I took a good long walk on the beach by myself. I was just walking, enjoying the scenery. Even watching that bird above. After the thunderstorm on Saturday morning, there was some trash that had washed up on the beach. This piece of trash caught my eye.

Other than being a milk jug that someone should have thrown away, something else was odd about this.

Notice anything about the picture?

How about now? Yep!! There was a tiny little fish that had gotten stuck in the jug, then washed up on the shore. So of course, I had to rescue the poor little guy, who I affectionately named Nemo. I picked up the jug and just poured the water out on the beach.

See poor Nemo on the sand? Bless his heart. Then the waves knocked him a little farther up the beach.

Finally, I got Nemo where he needed to be and watched him swim away.

Bye, Nemo! Glad I could help the little thing  and get him back to his fish family. :-)

Some Beach, Some Where

I think I will let the pictures speak for themselves on this post. We spent a lot of time fishing, scalloping, and just chilling at the beach.

B-Rad showing us how its done...that is before 3 sharks ate his fish.

Good start scalloping. We ended up with a full bucket after getting on a good spot.

The smallest starfish I have ever seen. It was so cute!

The thunderstorm that thwarted a morning fishing trip

Can't beat the beauty of God's creation. The view alone was worth having to sleep in a pop-up!

Saddle Up, Partner

This past weekend, I went on quite the adventure. I took a little "pony" ride to the state park on Cape San Blas. There are two things you should know about me: 1)I don't like camping 2) I don't do community bathrooms. And I did both last weekend.

Umm...yeah. Negative, ghostrider.

Me, Stacey, and Brad ended up staying in the Pony pop-up camper while everyone else stayed in the bigger camper. It was an adventure to say the least. Here are our accommodations:

Looks cozy, right? Ha ha. I do believe I packed enough for 3 weeks, not 3 days. But that's how I roll...literally. Here is Brad diligently setting up the camper at about 10 pm. We got a slight late start Friday night.

He got it up quick. All in about 20 minutes or so. I did a fabulous job of supervising. The other camper was a bit larger.

I may have been a bit unhappy about being drug off to go camping. I was a real unhappy camper for a bit. But I got over it. I honestly can say I did have a good time, even if I was "roughing it" and we all had a good time. Although I had to listen to Brad sing "Pony" by Genuine all weekend (the camper's name was pony, btw). I even learned to ride a bike. I do believe that I'm ready for the training wheels to come off.

Yeah, it might be a bit small. And my three-year-old nephew might have been slightly upset that I was riding his bike. But he got over it.

The beach was gorgeous and I am so lucky to have grown up in the great state of Florida and be spoiled by the beautiful unforgotten coast. Only here can you find natural beaches with grapes growing right off the beach!

Stay tuned for our other adventures...