Saturday October 17, 2015
There must be something about the water that keeps drawing us back in. I have to remind myself of this every time (previously) that I’d had it up to my neck with cruising and living on a boat and would long for nothing more than an apartment in the high rise of a big city with my feet firmly planted on the ground. Yet the water always drags me back and anytime I’m away for too long I find myself needing to dip my toes in and stare off into the horizon.
Which is likely why we found ourselves with Matt’s family spending another whole day at the shore as part of a vacation for all of us. Luckily they must have the same draw to the water as we do and is probably why Matt and I were so lucky to grow up by the shores of Lake Michigan. So when yesterday came and there was the question of ‘What do we do with our day?’, all of us were ready to hit the beach.
Packing a cooler and all of Travis’ fishing gear since he had been getting a lot of good tips on shoreline fishing, we made our way to the Jensen Beach area to lay out our towels and relax in the sun. Once again we were nearly the only people on this slice of sand. It could have been nice and relaxing, but most of us had forgotten to bring any other forms of entertainment such as books, magazines, or music; and people watching was out as well. Cracking open a pre-lunch beer, Matt and I split it while watching Travis’ fishing pole clunk down into the sand every time he tried walking away from it. It was pretty soon agreed, we needed to go back to Bathtub Reef Beach.
After visiting a local diner for lunch while still carrying around salt in our hair and sand on our legs, we traveled back out to Hutchinson Island and turned into the now familiar drive at the Marriott to follow the road to our destination. Just as before, we pulled into the parking lot to find it nearly full. There would be plenty of people watching here today.
Now don’t laugh at me when I say this, but none of us had been ready to do anything more than wade into the water until we got to this protected little tub. There have been a multitude of shark attacks in the area lately and we at least wanted to make it a little harder for them if they wanted to target us. Not only having to get past the reef and into the tub, but now choosing our ankles among many instead of few. Without now being the only option of human food around though, we were ready to go crazy in the water.
Walking out to the reef to do a little fishing we were awed to see schools of hundreds of fish riding each cresting wave toward us. We were sure there would be fresh snapper on the grill that night until the lifeguard blew the whistle at us and said we needed to move further down the beach and away from people. A possible blessing in disguise.
Down the point and around a corner were all these beautiful rocks that ran along the waters edge. Grabbing our soft cooler and all the fishing gear we walked over the thousands of seashells strewn in front of us and took shelter in front of one of these large boulders. Submerged under high tide, we were able to sneak in once it had fallen and situated ourselves on the still wet and worn away edges along the water. With the waves crashing up and only just touching our toes, it was an excellent little spot to loose yourself to the day. The perfect way to spend vacation time. Away from the city, away from the high rises, but instead just sitting at the waters edge. With the water lapping at my toes as I stared off into the horizon.
(Above photos courtesy of Matt’s mom)