We came down to a lovely breakfast, done up with loads of Christmas cheer and Victorianesque adornments. My mother would have loved the place and for all of my less-is-more leanings, I appreciated the relative restraint used in the Christmas embellishments.
It was very quiet, very serene, the title, "the forgotten coast" suits it well.
The smell was overwhelming.
We came across several of these as we sped next to the Apalachicola National Forest and Tate's Hell State Forest. I didn't think it looked much like a bear and being in Florida and right next to the coast, I managed to convince myself that it must be a manatee.
Now I know better. I have seen plenty of photos and videos of manatee. I know they don't have 4 legs, but I was able to convince myself and confuse the heck out of Cindy and Skye that they did have four legs and they could indeed cross the road.
I wouldn't hear the end of this for many hours.
You learn something new everyday, sometimes many things.
Very strange and disturbing juxtaposition as we entered Tampa Bay.
Because of our schedule we would only be able to spend a couple of hours there.
At this point, we could have easily stopped and spent the rest of our vacation chilling out here.
But Key West calls for us.