Last night, a long-time friend asked my wife whether or not I would make any new friends on this trip south. My wife laughed at that and told her that maybe I would talk to some people on the road, but it wasn’t likely I would make new friends. Of course, my wife is right.
Most people who are out here full-time or even part-time don’t really seem to be out here to make friends. They might talk a bit about things in common, but then we al move along in whatever direction we are headed. I met a nice guy named Charlie who has been on the road for a few years. Originally from Minnesota, he’s headed back take care of doctors’ visits and business. He is a retired long-distance trucker who lives in a Kia Soul.
I met another unexpected friend on the beach early in the morning while walking Callie. This friend didn’t have much to say so I turned around and headed the other direction.
He/she was about 3-4 feet long. I asked a fisherman whether gators are rare on the beach. He said, “Yeah, I never see them here. Except for the last two weeks, they’ve been showing up, including a dead eight-footer.
This little fellow was alive and had moved off the beach when I walked through a couple of hours later.
You never know what you’re going to see on the beach.
I think I discovered the world’s largest piece of sushi. It was about two feet long.
I’ve been spending my days taking long walks on the edge of the waves, reading my Kindle, and generally relaxing. For supper, I had boudin, a Cajun specialty featuring seasoned rice and pork in a sausage casing. It tasted better than it looked. Ideally, one would heat boudin up in the oven, but the Brew Hut doesn’t feature an oven, so I steamed them in my cast iron skillet.
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