Wednesday September 2, 2015
Although Matt and I did take our 3 mile walk around Siesta Beach yesterday afternoon, it wasn’t enough for me. Not enough beach time, and not nearly enough camera time. Mostly because, due to my own oversight, I had stuffed my camera in my purse next to an ice cold can of Pepsi, so when I broke it out to snap a few photos the lens was completely fogged up and I was able to shoot a whole lotta nadda. Plus, there are only so many times I can say to Matt, “Hold up a second, I want to get a photo”.
That’s why when all of our daily activity had tuckered Matt out and he needed a nap in the afternoon, I decided to take the five minute walk back with my camera, and no cold sodas to ruin my shots this time. The day was still overcast and gusty with large waves rolling into the shore. Normally this beach looks to be quite calm (from all the photos I researched online) with almost Bahamian pristine waters, but hurricane Erika was doing her best to stir them up a little.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sometimes love this kind of weather though. With all the sun and heat we’ve been enduring back at the boat yard it was nice to get a little shade and a fresh breeze. Plus I was just hoping that the sky would grow black at any moment and I could watch a thunderstorm roll in over the water. No such luck though. What I did end up with was a wonderful 20 minute stroll through the sand, and five minutes of waiting for one of my flip flops to wash up back to me on shore after I neglected to keep an eye on them from waves as I strolled down one of the sandbars barefoot. And since I’m on my last pair of Havaianas, that would have been a real shame.