I've called at least one of my beach walks epic. That's because of all the sea shells.
The beach I'm staying adjacent to, Lover's Key State Park, is the very same beach that me and my parents would go shelling on when I was a kid. In fact, I remember seeing the high rise beyond the mangroves and thinking, "Wouldn't it be cool to stay there! I could be the first one on the beach!" Back then, my dad would drive our old R.V. all the way to Florida, where we'd eat at one waffle house after another, until we arrived at the pearly gates. Then we'd camp out in style on the driveway of a relative that lived in Fort Myers Beach. Boy, coming from a farm, I thought Harold and Estel were living the dream.
On beach days, my dad would get up well before the coo of the morning doves, and drive us the short distance to Lover's Key. (It was called Carl Johnson State Park back then) We'd sneak in with the wild cats and raccoons, and go shelling at sunrise. Needless to say, those were the good ole days. I was in heaven. The raccoons shown above are probably the direct descendants of the raccoons that stole our hot dog buns back in the day!
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