We die daily. Happy those who daily come to life as well. ~George MacDonald


This is Monday's tide chart for Sanibel Island.  Notice the big dip at 6am.  That is a minus .08 low tide which translated into beachcomber language = Hotdigity dawg! I'm on my way to Sanibel!


I'll set my alarm for 3am.  After I hit the road & drink one of these, I'll be in Sanibel  in 1 1/2 hours.



I'll be there in time to see this.



(Credit:  http://www.foreverwherever.com)
And find some of these.

(Credit:  http://www.cafepress.com/sanibelslacker.503030918)

Woo Hoo!

Comments

  1. I am (groan) SO happy for you (stifled sob) but (big sigh) SO JEALOUS, too! Can't wait to see the report!

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  2. Safe, happy travels & good times!
    You are blessed! ;)
    I am tempted to be jealous! ;}
    Have FUN!!!

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  3. Thanks for your comment on my last post, Karen! But... there's no chance that I'll be on Sanibel next Monday :-(( I'm really sorry about that!! I miss sheller's paradise... Have a great time on the island!!!

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  4. BooHoo, I want to go with you! Good luck. I hope you find some treasures.

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  5. my hubbs says to tell you not to let him splash you if you're out there on Wed morning at daylight....he'll be sailing past there on Blew Bayou, headed to mexico!!!

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  6. Sounds like you had a great day planned. I'd love to see that sunrise too ;-) Thanks for the link to the baguette recipe.

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  7. I thought I was the only crazy person to get up at 3a to be on the water. Thanks for making me feel normal.

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