The Queen and I are routine people. We like administration and order. We like planning and plotting; coordinating and strategic movement, both in our business lives and in our personal lives. But after a while, routine needs a shake up, and we’re so glad we’re 30 miles from Alligator Alley and 150 miles away from beautiful Miami.
We work hard, so we should play hard too. And when we play, we play with no schedule in mind. No routine needed. Whatever happens, happens. Eat what we want. Go where we want. Get what we wanna get. Hey King, need a new pair of running shoes even though you never run anywhere? Get em, they look great with that t-shirt in the back of your closet that you never wear.
Makes us feel edgy.
So even though we had no set schedule, we knew we wanted to hit South Beach and get some sun and snorkel time in. We decided on Lummus Park, because we didn’t want to pay $20 at Pier Park, a cost no doubt raised due to spring break. Seven bucks on the street and we were good to go for a few hours.
The beach was quiet when we arrived at around 9:30.
Within an hour or so, the Spring Breakers arrived and everyone started twerking.
I would twerk if I could. But I can’t, which is a good thing because no one wants to see that.
That brought the cops out. A few of the rowdy ones had their beer taken away but were given citations. Word to the unwise – if you’re gonna drink on the beach, it’s best to be quiiiiiiieeeeet. Loud noises attract badges.
The water was cool at around 75 degrees, but clear. As I’ve mentioned, 78 degrees is really my cut off temp. But with the water being so clear, I had to get in and snorkel (and I’m glad I did). I had to psyche myself up before plunging in. You know, word of advice, just do it. Get it over with. Psyching yourself up does nothing!
Dooo IT! Dooo IT! Dooo IT!
Lots of goodies in the surf up to about 15 feet out. There were little ridges starting at the water line that went out fifteen feet or so until the sand got flat. I spent about 2 hours going back and forth along the ridges. We ended up with a real nice shell bag full of keepers. Lots of broken Scotch Bonnets and Alphabet Cones in the water as well, including a giiiiant 3 inch piece of Alphabet Cone that was buried in the sand just right. What a drag pulling it up, only to find a piece.
The olives over there have a different look than the ones we find here on Sanibel, but still beautiful. I found a couple of (I believe) juvenile queen conchs, some nice solid white Murices (I think), a Sundial, some Baby’s Ears, killer coral and a worn but cool Long Spined Star Shell….and a couple of little Alphies.
But this one took my breath away. Some may debate the full scientific name, but it appears to be a Fulgurator Olive. I found this one at the tail end of my snorkel time and called it a day. I didn’t think I could find anything else that could top it. What a prized find! I think I stared at it for 15 minutes after I found it. haha!
After a shower and a nap, we visited our friends at Sir Pizza, where we had dinner with the Queen’s brother.
…and topped it all off with a late night Krispy Kreme donut run.
Num Num Nummmmm
Remember, no matter how hard you work, you can’t work all the time. Take a little breather now and then to refresh yourself. Because you know, all work and no play makes the King and Queen dull people…and no one wants that!
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