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Door #2

September 11, 2014

One of the best vacations of my life started with a choice between what was behind Door #1...going to the ultimate tourist hotspot with all the bells and whistles, night life, shopping, fine dining and every luxury a girl could want. Or, Door #2 which had none of those things, or did it? Dickens, there wasn’t even electricity! However, it did have fishing and riding four-wheelers.

Well, you know I jumped on what’s behind Door #2 with both feet. Shoot fire, I think I was packed before I heard about the ferry ride and the cabin on the beach. Whoopee!!!

Then after weeks of anticipation we arrived on time to catch the ferry. Next we strapped coolers, fishing poles and suitcases to the four-wheelers as I excitedly awaited my first ferry ride, which is where the bells and whistles come in, as the boat’s horn blew to announce our departure. Wow, talk about a scene from the movie Titanic...our hair was blowing in the wind as we gazed across the water while the ferry made its way slowly east. Wait...did I type Titanic? Yikes! Well, needless to say it was smooth sailing.

As soon as we found our cabin we yanked two mattresses off a bunk bed and put them on the floor directly under a window. I just love listening to ocean waves at night, don’t you? Plus, ocean breezes caressing your skin as you sleep...now that’s luxury! Anyway, I was so excited I couldn’t decide what to do first...go to the beach...ride a four-wheeler...collect seashells...explore the island...go fishing...build a sand castle! Talk about a kid in a candy store. I wanted to do EVERYTHING the minute we unpacked. Durn diddles, I could hardly contain my excitement.

But first things first...I needed a driving lesson, so we went sight-seeing on the four-wheelers. Seems I’ve always been tropically inclined. I attribute it to being conceived in Hawaii...or being a Scorpio. Maybe both, who knows? Either way, as we drove past mounds of sand sprinkled with broken seashells, Blanket Flowers and Sea Grass. I felt more at home than anywhere I’ve been. Inhaling deeply the salty air as we rode past wind swept terrain at a heart-pounding 15mph (my first time driving an ATV) I found myself daydreaming about building a house between two sand dunes when suddenly I was jarred back to reality by a sharp sting on my right shoulder; then my back. “Ouch!” Durn biting flies. (Mental note...cover dream house in mosquito netting.) But we had just arrived and in the days following I discovered the flies don’t keep up at speeds of 20mph or more.

On probably the windiest day, we decided to fish as we laughed our sides sore attempting to throw the line in the ocean only to have it blow back onto the shore. Looking at each other like, “How many sinkers does it take in a 10mph headwind?” we ended our fruitless attempts, loaded our gear and drove south to find a spot on the sound side where the water and wind were calmer. After casting lines baited with shrimp we waited...and waited. Then we stretched out on the dock to soak up some rays...and waited. Finally, I declared there were no more fish in the ocean so we continued south to explore the lighthouse. Getting back in time for a later dinner Rick grilled pork chops. Yum. Now that’s fine dining!

The next morning Rick went to buy ice for the coolers, which is where shopping came in as I fried bacon and made omelets.

Over breakfast we decided a ‘beach bum’ day should start with building a sand castle. Being a contractor, Rick was resolute about making a huge foundation. Like really, really huge. Jeepers, we drug one bucket of sand after another to dump in a pile for the foundation. Once he was satisfied it would withstand a hurricane the fun really began. Packing sand in sandcastle buckets I started making towers. What a sandcastle! It had balconies, three tile bridges, stone enhancements, turtle gargoyles, two palm trees on either side of the front entrance and a moat.

And talk about night life, we were there during a full moon. Walking on the beach under a full moon is like being transported into another world. Words can’t describe the peaceful tranquility of feeling part of something bigger than ourselves. Plus, it’s kinda romantic. All in all, it was the best vacation of my life and I seriously didn’t want it to end. But just like any vacation I suppose after eating omelets every day someone’s eventually going to wake up and say, “Do we have any Fruit Loops?”

Can you imagine...a never-ending vacation?

Smile, and do something different on your next vacation.

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