Farewell Sanibel

   Friday of our week on Sanibel had arrived and with it a feeling of sadness that we would have to leave this warm, whimsical place and go back to the cold of our mid-Atlantic homeland. Now don't get me wrong...we also come from a beautiful place where tourists come from across our country to see. But we were in a full out love induced state with Sanibel Island where we were looking at real estate magazines and imagining ourselves there forever...living a stress free blissful existence with nothing more than shell collecting, beach walking, eating, reading , bike riding, swimming, paddle boarding, kayaking, and sunbathing to fill our days, prioritizing them in different orders each and every day.
    Dream on Golden Girls!! our destiny and our  plane awaited to whisk us back home to our  our hubby's, our kids, our work and more snow!!! We packed in a subdued state, talked in low tones about our wonderful week, started coming down with a cold, and once again wondered whether our suitcases would make the 50 pound weight limit with the extra shells we had packed into them. We went to bed that night  to dream of ankle deep shells on beaches, walks to Sanibel Lighthouse, unlimited chips and dip every night, Zinfindel, Kahlua and vodka beverages, bike rides to Tarpon Bay, fog like no other fog, a stare down with an angry mob of seagulls, a  paddle boarding ponytailed senior, shell bombing birds, a dolphin drive by, Spoon Billed Roseates, gators and skunk-apes, Tomlinson and Capt. Austin and last but not least  Randy... I mean Doc Ford!
Farewell Sanibel....we'll be back!

Lynn McPherson
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