It had been about three months since I had made a beach visit. And that’s way too long.
Because it’s been difficult — as well as risky, of course — to get to the shore, I’ve been eager to get some sand in my shoes again. And to get some good photos as well.
We got back Wednesday evening. The “explosion” of beach-goers we had been worrying about turned out not to be a thing at all. Well, especially since we timed our arrival for about 7 pm. Not too much danger of being being pressed together with a gaggle of other nature-lovers when the parking area was only about 1/3 full.
We knew that because Memorial Day was right around corner that if we wanted to get to the beach, our window of opportunity would not be open for very long.
So we arrived fashionably late, stayed for a bit less than an hour and had a good time.
Something that we did not expect: we saw first-hand how cruise ships are handling being idle while we’re all dealing with the COVID-19 crisis. We saw six cruise ships trolling around three or four miles offshore, basically just marking time.
Here’s a visual about that, though this photo caught only two of the six:
This seemed a bit odd at first but then I realized that I had actually read about how this is working out in the cruise industry. Because there are no cruises happening — and I mean none at all — there isn’t room in port for all of them at any one time. So we witnessed what must now be business as usual; six cruise ships a few miles out, doing absolutely nothing.
We were perfectly happy after and about an hour or so. I got a few decent pics, we both had some sand in our shoes and we were content to find some hot coffee and begin to head for home.
We will not be venturing out at all in the next three days or so. We’re certain that the Memorial Day weekend will have everything — including pretty much all of our favorite outdoor spots — completely covered up with visitors.
I’m not passing judgement on folks who may be crowding together in a thousand different spaces and places over the Memorial Day weekend. I just don’t feel comfortable being among them.
Best wishes to you and yours over the holiday weekend. I hope you have some memorable and life-enriching times.
A huge victory today, especially for those of us who care about our Planet. The Supreme Court has ruled that a Utility Co. providing water to Maui County must stop injecting contaminated wastewater into the ground where it eventually reaches the sea.
Because we’re living in the trump era, our EPA had sided with the polluters in this important case. No surprise there. But they’ve now been stopped by the SCOTUS and the utility company must now comply with the law and clean up the water before they inject it into the ground.
The real shocker for me was that Justices John Roberts and Neil Gorsuch sided with the four progressive justices and against the polluters on this important case.
The Hawaii-based environmental groups that brought the suit, nature lovers and clean water advocates everywhere are smiling today.
I have no doubt that the trump-appointed industry lackeys that now run our EPA are pissed today. That really makes my day.
I did want to take a quick look back over some of the outdoor fun I had this year.
Although I would have loved to have had even more outdoor fun, I had plenty of it in 2019.
Less than I’d like but undoubtedly more than most folks.
A couple of the trips I made to the Canaveral National Seashore this year were very memorable.
The first was on July 1st and the second in early September, soon after Hurricane Dorian blew through.
The first was memorable mostly because it was just a blissful, nearly-perfect day and the second because the shore was practically covered in shells of every type.
Hurricanes do throw millions of tons of shells and plenty of flotsam and jetsam on the shore in their wake.
I did blog about both of those trips here and here.
Another noteworthy excursion happened in November. It had been over a year since I had had a chance to visit Wekiwa Springs State Park and I’m delighted to say that that trip about seven weeks ago was absolutely wonderful in several ways.
If you’re anywhere near these lovely places here in the Sunshine State, you’re past due for a visit.
About three weeks ago, my traveling companion and I spent two nights and three days camping and seeing the sights at Silver Springs State Park.
We had a fabulous time, though Joan had a head cold start as we were about one day into the trip.
We took the ever-popular glass bottom boat tour for which Silver Springs is so well-known. Below is one of the shots I got on the tour. There were many, many more, as you might imagine.
I hiked solo while Joan rested and we both enjoyed the park and our two-plus days there even with the head cold hassle.
All in all, it was a very worthwhile trip and we’re making plans to return to S.S.S.P. early in 2020.
There will be a more thorough post about that trip coming early in the New Year. Three brief paragraphs here tonight simply do not do it justice.
Outdoor activities are popular in every corner of America and all over the world.
Make sure that in 2020, you get in on some of the fun!
Made another trip out to the Canaveral National Seashore yesterday and it was a bit different.
It was our first visit since Hurricane Dorian passed by, skirting our coastline.
Although the storm never got closer than about 50 miles offshore, the unmistakable tell that Dorian had come and gone was litter on the beach.
I’m happy to report that we saw no large items, but lots of flotsam and jetsam a lot assorted small debris. Bottle caps and plastic items of every kind and description were all over the beach.
I’m pretty sure that the rangers saw to it that the larger, uglier debris was removed but didn’t have the manpower to get the rest of it. I’ve been to the park many times and the beach has always been pristine.
As you might imagine, it was a bit off-putting to see it that way.
Here’s the silver lining in that dark cloud: those of us who like to pick up seashells when we go to the shore had thousands of shells of all kinds right there for the collecting.
I’ve never seen that at the beach, either. And we came back with quite a haul.
I’m planning another trip to the park soon to do what I can to get more of Dorian’s debris off our beloved beach. We couldn’t do much this time as we didn’t anticipate the situation and the park service does not put out trash cans on the beach.
We will be prepared next time.
Get outdoors, people!
Find some oasis of beauty and tranquility in your neck of the woods.
Enjoy it. Enjoy it and leave it a little better than you found it.
This brief blog entry simply cannot be appreciated or understood unless you’ve cast your eyes over the accompanying photo. And, yes, I took the pic myself. No issues about ownership, copyrights or any such thing. And, if you must know, this humble sign adorns the north wall of the bar in my fave barbecue joint. In my fave beach town.
Having gotten the preliminary stuff out of the way, let me state for the record that I do not believe that the true meaning of life can be found in this lighthearted aphorism; it’s merely there to keep the wall from looking bare and, perhaps, to amuse the drunks who spend way too much time and money reading silly plaques tacked to the walls of our many infamous watering holes here in the Sunshine State.
The message of that damned sign does not seem to grow more profound with each lager lifted to my lips. I’ve never shared this barroom bromide with friends, nor incorporated it into an update on Facebook. (No need going to my Facebook page to verify that statement!)
Let’s be real. Life’s true meaning cannot be divined by reading this sign no matter how much beer you’ve quaffed. I just like it because, as I stand right on the threshold of qualifying for social security, I think it just might be true! Not sure my doctor would vouch for that, but, it could be!
Now I think I’ll ponder that message one more time as I order one more beer… Ashley!
“Bulldog Ben” Basile
This gem is coming back around because today’s National Beer Lover’s Day. It debuted back in July of 2016. It’s NBLD and it’s a Friday. No better day to enjoy a cold beer!