Shell pile, Oh Shell pile. How I love thee. Manasota Key is famous for fossils & sharks teeth. Only 20 miles north up the SWFL coast from Sanibel some of those shells straggle onto the  beaches of Manasota Key as well. I stumbled upon a stray shell pile up against the seawall at the motel my family is vacationing at on the south end of Manasota Key. Using my Haviana's to sit/kneel on & having my little hand rake to dig with, I attacked that shell pile with all the energy a St. Arbuck's lite mocha frappacino could give me. Stay tuned for a full report of my new favorite beach resort on Englewood Beach.  (Posted from Mobile Blogger via iPhone)

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  1. Look at you rockin' that new haircut! Looks like a nice shell pile. The last time I dug around a breaker wall I was looking for a geocache. :-)

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  2. Sure looks like a pretty smile on your face! Love what you've shown...lots of shells I've never even seen! Enjoy your week!

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  3. You look wonderful! and so happy! Enjoy your vacay and the shelling! Can't wait to hear all about it!

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  4. WOW Love the shell pile - AND your new haircut! Can't wait to see what else you find! :D

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  5. Unless one has actually dug through a shell pile such as that, one cannot truly understand why my heart is beating a little faster. So jealous!!! I hope you find your big J!

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  6. Look at you, you tiny little thing with the great hair!! Too cute!! Am loving that she'll pile. What are the big shells on the left In your last photo? Have loads of fun.

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    1. Hi Roxanne,

      That thing on the left was a beautiful crab shell that I set another shell on top of and broke it in half ratz!

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  7. You are hilarious, Karen! Unstoppable!!!

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  8. That shell pile is wonderful! What fun! :)

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