Mark and Al decided their rented car wasn't fast or hot enough, so they drove back to the airport and got a different one. Frank and I went for a cruise to Cape Coral Beach which is more on a bay and not the ocean. I had been there once before with Liz when we were with Carlene. I remembered the little burger joint sitting on a deck above the beach and pier that a friend from the old Puppet Bar in Fox Lake used to work.
At 3:57, we were walking out on the pier. Just 24 hours earlier, my neighbor Dan and I were busy clearing four foot high drifts off my driveway back in Illinois, thanks to the blizzard. All-in-all, I'd rather be here.
We were entertained by a sea bird drinking out of the end of a hose, something you don't see every day. A lady was leaving, saying it was too cold. Actually, most likely she wasn't catching anything. It SURE wasn't cold, at least to us.
Parking at the beach was free, but swimming wasn't allowed due to high bacteria levels. A sign warned that from May to October swimmers should shuffle their feet while walking in the water or "Do the Sting Ray Hop."
Remember What happened to the Croc Man? --RoadDog
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