...Crooked Island.
Never crowded, always beautiful...
Since Dan was home, it was time to grab the fishing poles and do some fishing.
On this particular day, the boys fished (and played and ran around and got wet and dirty and walked with us girls and then ran back to fish some more :) )...
...while the girls walked and picked up shells and coral. There was SO MUCH coral that day, we filled a gallon size bag just walking along and picking up pieces from where the waves wash up.
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| a perfect baby conch shell |
When our bag was full and our backs were starting to ache from all the stooping over to pick up our treasures, we walked back to the boys. They hadn't had the same luck as us, the fish weren't biting at all, so we loaded up and drove to a different spot closer to Port St. Joe to see if anything was biting over there.
Almost immediately, the boys started getting some bites. The fish were very sneaky little bait thieves, though, and would make off with a free dinner before the boys could reel them in to become our dinner ;).
The girls and I did what we do best...
...walking and talking, taking pictures of creatures and treasures...
...it never gets old :).
Tristan found a rope and had fun playing with it when he got tired of the thieving fish. Trying to lasso the gulf...
There were other fishermen out trying to land some dinner. From the looks of it, they were a bit more into it than we were. Literally. They were across the channel (where the Intracoastal Waterway spills into the bay) wading out about waist deep.
Another beautiful sunset on the Florida coast...
Always a great way to end the day :).
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