St. George Island, Florida.
With a mouth full of sand-encrusted mango Moss waves to his mother.
The modern world has finally caught up with my desire to relax on the beach without any sun exposure...the beach tent.
Giles had his first bite of ice cream (it was actually gelato). His pleasure was suddenly snuffed out with an ice cream headache. He wearily demanded more.
Within five minutes of arriving at our rental house Moss tumbled face first onto a bed frame sustaining an abrasion to his face. He then fell face first onto the tile floor. I prematurely declared the weekend a total disaster. Things improved dramatically after the initial injuries.
Cirsium horridulum. Purple thistle growing in the yard of our rental on St. George.
Boss Oyster in Apalachicola. We had oysters raw in the half shell and the boys had cheese grits. My father noticed that they were advertising 'oil-free seafood' (the BP oil spill was a few hundred miles away) and he asked if there was a deal on the seafood with oil.
Giles enjoying some crumbs while looking out on the Apalachicola River.
Dredging the Apalachicola River.
Commerce Street, Apalachicola.
Commerce Street, Apalachicola.
Cymande, Nana and Papa discuss chocolate. Giles and Moss await a decision on the gelato.
Cottage on St.George Island (this was not our rental).
Giles and Nana amuse each other while I prepare my famous pea, zucchini and cheese omelette. The omelette is available in an edible version and also, a wearable version.
Early morning walk on St.George.
Moss distracts me from my vacation cable viewing (no cable on Old Wire Road yet). I learned interesting things about gold mining in Alaska and how some guy named Bear eats unspeakable things in the rain forests of Borneo.
On our way back to Old Wire Road we stopped off at Wakulla Springs. We sat around the lobby and pretended that we were staying at Lake Quinault Lodge or the Mt.Washington Hotel.
A boat-tailed grackle (Quiscalus major) over the Apalachicola marsh.
