Tuesday, December 15, 2009
My days on Sanibel are drawing to an end. The weather has been perfect. The trade-off is that the shelling isn't good. Today I went out at low tide, before dawn, to the mudflats. I saw someone leaving just as I arrived, with a bag full of shells. Either I didn't go to the right place, or I am ignoring shells that the other sheller wanted, or Blind Pass makes me blind, but all I collected were mosquito and no-see-em bites. I picked up a couple of gnarly oyster shells on my way back to the car, not exactly specimens but cool looking, and maybe better than going home empty handed. Still, I love my morning walks on the beach. It was warm and beautiful, the pelicans put on their usual show, and I stopped at Jerry's for a donut on my way back. It's all good.