Wanderlust

We have now waved goodbye to our 20s, said farewell to Key Largo, and adios to the baby bark anole that lived with us there.

Apparently he preferred the air conditioned indoors to the humid and hot outdoors too. More than once, I would open the door within a foot of him, but he'd take off in the opposite direction and later surprise me under my feet or on top of the fridge. I admit, I accidently tossed him one day when I didn't realize he was in the coozie when I grabbed it. No worries, though, he still frequented the house and didn't hold a grudge.

I also celebrated the move by my last bike crash there the day before. I have no idea why I am so tipsy on a bike - I grew up on them. Anyway, this clutz (that takes at least triple the time to come down a mountain than her husband) managed to crash into the truck. In the driveway. To my defense, I did have a big Sunday newspaper in one hand, which prevented me from holding with two hands. Nevermind, I know, not really a sound and solid defense. My mom was right when she said - What? The backpack girl didn't take a backpack for the paper? - which made really good sense to me. After the fact. I have a weird thing about taking a backpack everywhere. Failed me that day. But, as they always say, You should've seen the truck. hehe. I'll spare you the picture of my bruised leg.

Rock star Cujo got off work in the wee hours and loaded the bike and all our stuff and drove us north most the way to Fort Pierce.

We have now landed at a new home on Hutchinson Island. Curtis says that this place is where my mom should be instead of us - and he makes perfect sense. This unit is covered with elephants. I mean literally covered. Figurines, lamps, the rug, wall art, it's ALL elephants! Crazy coincidental place. In addition to the elephant craze, the cupboards are shorter than average, like Mom.

This place is wonderful! The kind of place you retire to. And from the looks of it, most residents did. Reminds us of that Seinfeld episode when Kramer runs for President of Jerry's folk's retirement community. There are events like cards and shuffleboard, activities like pools and tennis courts and the private golf course and restaurant/bar, and it's right on the shell covered beach. Seriously, check this shell shot out, is this normal?

Lots of anoles or lizards also, and there are more frogs here. I found this one and wondered for a minute if we had inadvertantly brought one with us. Or, if I had simply another adopted "pet" to look at and be suprised by its whereabouts occasionally. My excitement waned when it didn't move when I snapped it's picture, and then it didn't move for about eight hours after... I pulled the wimpy female card out and waited for verification of death til Cujo got home. Poor little guy.

The ocean is big and vast and loud and powerful. And wind! Perhaps to fly a kite on, eh? Definitely.

On the opposite side of the street is the Indian River. Lots of public beaches and boardwalks, pretty landscaping, and groovy hangouts.

We left one long skinny island and went to another one. However, a town is much closer, just across the bridge. Much more here to explore. But this is all for now.