Back from Vacation

It’s Sunday morning, and I’m writing this post before leaving for church in the hopes it won’t be too late.

Kathleen and I just got back last night from our week at the Isles of Capri, Florida. There we spent time with Kathleen’s single daughter, her younger daughter (with hubby and toddler), and my daughter (with her hubby and two kids, one of whom is still a todler). This trip had been in the planning stages for close to a year. We rented a huge beach house, where each of the four family groups had a separate bedroom and bathroom. This is the house.

And this is all of us.

Although the weather had threatened to be rainy all week, that prediction proved pleasantly inaccurate for the greater part. Although we enjoyed trips to the beach, we spent a lot of time at the house playing Uno and Five Crowns and in the pool. You may not realize this, but pools in Florida are typically totally enclosed and screened in. Unfortunately that didn’t keep the NoSeeUms from feasting on us the first day; I’m still covered with bite marks.

     

Although we opted not to rent a boat, our house backed up to a canal that was perfect for fishing. It had been years since I last fished, but I loved it. Especially the day I caught three catfish. We always threw the fish back, though.

We had our meals all planned out, with each family unit responsible for one dinner. I couldn’t count the number of runs we made to Marco Island (about three miles) to pick up additional food from the nearest Publix grocery store.

Kathleen and I did a few activities on our own. We ate breakfast out three times at this place, BREAKFAST & MORE. After eating there the first time, we didn’t want to go anywhere else.

Our biggest adventure was a trip to the Everglades, where we went on two air boat rides and a swamp buggy ride. To say the least, we learned a lot about the Everglades during the five hours we spent there. Did you know the Everglades is the only place in America that has both alligators and crocodiles? That’s because fresh and salt water come together in certain areas.

          

I could go on and on, but I think I’ve said enough for today. As so often happens, I served as the resident photographer of our family get together–I failed to mention earlier that we came from Richmond, Virginia; Las Vegas; New York City; and Orlando–and I spent a lot of my time editing pictures with the Affinity Photo software I’d bought just a few days before heading south.

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Family Fishing Day

Family Fishing Day

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Tomorrow (I’m writing this on Friday), weather permitting, Winn’s Baptist Church will hold its annual family fishing day at the home of the Dukes. No, not the Dukes of Hazard, but two fine older folks from church who own a pretty decent-sized pond and are more than happy to have visitors.

I’ve only missed one of these events in the past four or five years, and that was only because I was going to be out of town that day. I really hated having to miss it. I love taking pictures, and I really enjoy using whatever photographic skills I have to capture and preserve the day’s family atmosphere.

That means I always have my camera in hand and not a pole, however. That’s a shame. I really enjoyed fishing as a kid. I recall when my father periodically drove me out to the home of a church member who had a pond. Unlike the Dukes’, however, there weren’t any trees nearby. My most vivid memory is of using a bamboo pole. When’s the last time you saw one of those babies?

And then there was the time we were vacationing somewhere on the coast of North Carolina and my father took me fishing. You have to understand that my father was never a sportsman. Not even a fisherman. But he was a good sport about it. The highlight of that day was the blowfish one of us caught. I believe we took it back to the cabin, but decided against trying to cook and eat it. Good thing. I believe those are poisonous if not treated properly.

As an adult I used to go to a nice park that wasn’t too terribly far away. It had a wonderful lake, and people were permitted to fish there. I assume they needed licenses, but I had neither license nor gear, and I knew I wouldn’t go there often enough to justify the expense. A real shame, though. Laid-back fishermen waiting for a bite look a whole lot more relaxed than bowlers and other sports participants.

Maybe I should put the camera down for a while tomorrow and do that kind of relaxing myself.

What about you? Do you enjoy fishing? Eating fish? Whatever? How about leaving a comment?

P.S. Although the weather was a bit overcast yesterday, the crowd (see the picture above of folks enjoying the hot dog lunch) was even bigger than usual. We had a great time!

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