so I left you at the beach, ran back thru mosquito alley and hid in the car, what to do. I was told that the main attraction was a beach completely covered in dead tree trunks, this wasn’t it. so I took a leisurely drive to the other side of the island, hoping the skeeters wouldn’t think of that. It also was still real early so when it gets hotter the skeeters seek shelter. So that was my logic. The skeeters had other plans…..my dutch blood was delicious as always and they got word from the lighthouse skeeters that a juicy treat was on its way. Oh…. the beauty of skeeter social media. Parked the car at the Nature center and found the trail to the promised beach, No skeeters in sight, good sign….little did I understand about Skeeter trapping systems. So I walked about 5 minutes down the path and felt a little cute prick on my leg.. looked down and 20 pairs of skeeter eyes were looking up smiling smugly at me. I hit them! and my leg resembled a freshly plowed strawberry field, but not forever, I ran! that did it, a few bites later I arrived at a long pedestrian bridge bathing in yellow early morning light. To my left I saw the waves crashing thru the dead trees . Arrived ! who cares if I need a quick transfusion, the adrenaline will kill the skeeters and get me even more excited. Weird , no more skeeters on the beach site , too salty and hot. I shot some decent pictures and Ran back! Stopped by the Nature center , they opened at ten and supplied free bug repellent .So much for getting up early. The nice lady was wearing a snake around her neck. It’s head was making it’s way down her decolleté. Lucky snake. She seemed excited to see a fresh tourist . I took a long road back , stopped for a delicious Gumbo with shrimp
and Sausage, checked out the Gay fisheries, and bought a plank!. Great day,
on my way back I stopped at a beautiful trail going deep into the marshes. Hidden on the other side of a small densely wooded hammock was a second walkway to the river meandering thru the rough grasses. A large deck was at it’s end ,two people crabbing and enjoying an early morning beer.” I LOVE SALT AND CRABS AND MARIE” I read on the mans arm, Marie loved the same and Jonas. They had two frozen raw chickens thawing in a bucket and the first catch of the day in an iced cooler. Two beautiful Blue crabs, 5 inches (4″ is the legal limit).
I didn’t measure as they had fillet knives that reflected the southern sun laying nearby. I left them in the now sweltering sun and made my way back to the car, where I met another family , mam with stroller and two more kids under 4 , they asked me how the crabbing was , as I was carrying a large tripod and bazooka lens attached. I told them it was OK and the crabs were biting. They seemed happy.
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