WHAT A GREAT VACATION! A condo on a Florida beach. One whole week without rain; sunshine everyday, all day. Dinner on the veranda, overlooking the ocean. Heavenly breezes, waves to flounder in, a good book to get lost in. A walk on the beach to watch the sun set. Welcome to paradise!
One evening, after Jeanine and I retired, Mark decided to step out on our balcony to gaze at the stars. As he looked down at the swimming pool, he noticed something swimming in it and it wasn’t human. At first he thought it might be an alligator. So with camera in hand, he descended to the pool area. And what did his wandering eyes behold?
A raccoon! Swimming casually, doing figure eights. When he saw Mark, he sat on the steps leading into the shallow end of the pool. Then after a few moments, he felt somewhat secure and resumed his swim.
Why am I telling you this? I’m not sure. There certainly isn’t a moral here---just a weird occurrence. Raccoons hang out on the beach for a particular reason. They are in search of turtle eggs and perhaps even turtle babies. This is the hatching season. So instead of dinner and a movie, Mr. Raccoon opted for dinner and a swim.
Strange things take place on the beach—like the evening we went for a stroll and almost walked into a wedding party. There they were, bride and groom making their way toward the water,he in his Bermuda shorts and Hawiian shirt and she in her traditional white wedding gown.
The preacher was waiting under a small tent. There was only room for the three of them underneath. Guests were standing nearby and the limo driver stood awaiting his fare.
As we continued on down the beach toward our dwelling, it started to sprinkle a bit. I remember breathing a prayer that it would hold off until the final “I do” was said.
Yes indeed, from turtles to raccoons to weddings, life on the beach is anything but dull.
One evening, after Jeanine and I retired, Mark decided to step out on our balcony to gaze at the stars. As he looked down at the swimming pool, he noticed something swimming in it and it wasn’t human. At first he thought it might be an alligator. So with camera in hand, he descended to the pool area. And what did his wandering eyes behold?
A raccoon! Swimming casually, doing figure eights. When he saw Mark, he sat on the steps leading into the shallow end of the pool. Then after a few moments, he felt somewhat secure and resumed his swim.
Why am I telling you this? I’m not sure. There certainly isn’t a moral here---just a weird occurrence. Raccoons hang out on the beach for a particular reason. They are in search of turtle eggs and perhaps even turtle babies. This is the hatching season. So instead of dinner and a movie, Mr. Raccoon opted for dinner and a swim.
Strange things take place on the beach—like the evening we went for a stroll and almost walked into a wedding party. There they were, bride and groom making their way toward the water,he in his Bermuda shorts and Hawiian shirt and she in her traditional white wedding gown.
The preacher was waiting under a small tent. There was only room for the three of them underneath. Guests were standing nearby and the limo driver stood awaiting his fare.
As we continued on down the beach toward our dwelling, it started to sprinkle a bit. I remember breathing a prayer that it would hold off until the final “I do” was said.
Yes indeed, from turtles to raccoons to weddings, life on the beach is anything but dull.
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