One of my favorite places to go shelling on the planet is Tigertail Beach on Marco Island in South Florida. Tigertail is not for the casual beachcomber. There is a 50 yard wide, 3 foot deep lagoon to be crossed to get to the beach. The good shells are at the north end of the beach which is another 2 mile walk out & 2 miles back. No concession stands, no potties, no kidding. My shelling buddy last year was my niece Schweckie. We had an amazing time & would have liked to have gone again with Schweckie this year but she's been a little busy being a new mommy. I'm re-posting my visit from last year & am hoping I will have new pictures soon if I can get the tides & the temperature to cooperate.
(Originally posted January 19, 2011)
|The shells stretch for miles on Tigertail Beach|
As an avid sheller I have a bucket list of places I would like to visit. Some of my shelling dreams like Costa Rica or Belize will require some planning but closer to home I can now cross Marco Island off my bucket list of places to go shelling.
The shelling epicenter of Florida is Sanibel Island. One of the fault lines runs about about 40 miles south to Marco Island. Tuesday morning about 4am I loaded up the truck and my niece Shweekie & I headed to Tigertail Beach on Marco Island.
We intentionally arrived on Marco Island before dawn to go shelling on the beach with our flashlights. It was an early minus 1.10 foot low tide. That is a good thing for those of you that don't know. What we discovered is that there are 2 beaches open to the public on Marco Island but parking is limited. You can frequent any beach you like after they open the gates at 8am. Until the park opens there is no where to park unless you stay in a hotel or risk a pricey parking ticket.
The nice lady at the 7/11 let me park in their lot. We walked across the road to the Hilton which is smack dab on the beach. Back in the day I had a knack for sneaking into hotel pools on Clearwater Beach so I have some skills. No go. No way to sneak through to the beach anywhere. Dang elitist condo owners with their fences.
We drove to the north end of Marco Island to Tigertail Beach which to my surprise had opened the entrance gate early. I stopped at the parking meter and paid my $8.00 for the entire days parking and got the first spot in the parking lot. We loaded up my new beach cart for her maiden voyage and off Shweekie & I went to experience the joys of Marco Island shelling.
|I love my new beach cart|
I knew from my online scouting of Tigertail Beach that before you got to the beach there is a little lagoon that has to be crossed. So we made a final pitstop at the facilities because there are no potties on the beach and headed for the lagoon. After donning our aqua shoes and securing our gear in the beach cart Shweekie got the front of the cart and I got the back and we hoisted that baby over our heads and started the 100 foot slog through the muddy lagoon. The water was cold and we were laughing. Surely this amount of effort will be rewarded.
|Following the buoys will keep you in about 3 feet of water|
|Perfect way to start a good shelling day with a stunningly beautiful sunrise|
|The sunrise has the beach glowing pink|
So over the lagoon and through the woods to Tigertail Beach we go. It is worth the effort to get out there. The beach is about as good as it gets with pearly white sand and long expanse of beach running north & south. We stood catching our breath and scoping out the terrain to decide which way to go. The vote was unanimous to head north. Of course we immediately started looking down for shells. There was a smattering of shells here & there but not the shell mountains I had envisioned.
|Shweekie attacking her first shell pile of the day|
As Shweekie dug through a piddly shell pile I looked along the surf line. Lots of common arks & cockles - all pretty shells but where are the goodies? I noticed a couple walking past that were obviously serious shellers - at least they were decked out with the net and bags of people who have shelled before. They were not looking down but walking fast toward the north end of the beach. OK, we're following them. And that's where the shells were. 2 miles at the very north of Tigertail is where we finally ended up and we were not disappointed.
|Low tide at it's finest|
|Lots of sand dollars to be found and whelks too.|
|Using her Susick Sea Shell Sifter - the official sifter of all Shell Sistahs|
|The sweet smile of a great shelling day|
|Sea Stars were everywhere|
|The prize of the day - Rose Petal Tellin - I found a dozen|
|Shells do grow on trees at Tigertail Beach|
|The lagoon side is a bird sanctuary|