The Bottles.
A Story of Florida.
Wesley and Junior had spent their first day on vacation in Florida in St. Augustine. After walking the streets and seeing the old Spanish fort, they ate in a little open street café. Bought some cigars and pirate souvenirs just before going back to Junior’s car.
They were tired from the drive; none stop from Arkansas, but drove on so they could spend that night on Daytona Beach.
They found a small hotel right on the beach and enjoyed a little swimming and beach combing.
They took pictures of the wildlife on the beach. Junior got a few good ones including one of a seagull just taking off. Its shadow was perfect on the sand underneath it.
The waves were energizing to them as they watched, felt and smelt the ocean breath in its own majestic way. Truly, the sea was first to be filled with life according to all accounts. If given enough time all the dust of the earth could return to its wet bussom. The ever-flowing muddy Mississippi must be a testament to that fact.
The second day they drove down US One past the Space Center to Coco Beach where they stopped to see the town and it’s beach.
Then it was on down US One, past Miami and finally to Key Largo for that night where the African Queen was on display.
The next morning they toured Key Largo and at two AM cursed on over to Bahia Honda to camp out that night on the beach in its state park with a view looking out over the Straights of Florida.
They loved that night in their tent so near the saltwater and big open sky that kissed the waves on the Horizon.
Day came to them on Bahia Honda after the most fascinating night they had spent in Florida so far.
After walking most of the beach there they headed over to Big Pine Key to meet up with Bill and Marcy.
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