I’m getting better, up at 5:45 , walk the beau, pooped the beau and of I go. This time I want to make it to a far away unknown state park. Hunting Island state park, got there by seven, sun peeking from behind the clouds, out of my left eye I catch a speckle of pink, brakes on and backing up. Lucky me, a small flock of rosette spoonbills. Sneeked up on them and was lucky to get some early morning light on them. Very exciting 🤪.The lowlands are 90% marshlands , narrow rivers moving with the tide, fiddler crabs plating their tunes and oysters trying to keep their head above water.









$5 to get into the park, see the lighthouse first, first mistake, no bug repellent. Ok legs full of bloody sucking spots, itching but on the beach no skeeters. So the waves were magical and couldn’t get enough of shooting them The beach was deserted, wild , natural and spooky . Dead palms are scattered all over the beach, Irma’s path , I found out later ,crossed this area half strength , but devastating enough to not ever want to see full force.
Next set will be in a separate post so I can get more Hits, so smart!!













