Just sit right back and you’ll hear at tale, a tale of a fateful trip…… Oh, wait a minute! This is not Gilligan’s Island, it’s Sanibel Island! These guys were out on a three hour tour…..no, no, really….they were out for the weekend from Cape Coral and decided to hang out on Sanibel yesterday but forgot to watch the tide. I talked to them around 6:30 p.m. yesterday and they said they had plenty of food and drinks. That was a good thing because these guys were probably stranded at the lighthouse beach until early this morning when the tide came in.
I met a family that wouldn’t have minded being stranded on Sanibel Island……
This is a family of shellers. Gloria started shelling when she was 4 then taught her daughter Sonya to shell at a very young age . She then taught her grandchildren, Tyler and Gracie, the joys of shelling. They were finding precious WENTLETRAPS, CONCHS and lots of other treasures to embellish a mirror they have started. Sonya told me that her house was filled with shells…..Yep, mine too Sonya. Decorating with the gifts of the sea makes a house feel like a home to me.
Standed on Sanibel…, not so bad!!
Wish I was stranded on Sanibel right now!… but did they find any good shells?
I would love to be stranded on Sanibel right now too! (with Tam Tam from michigan…(my cousin) or my great friend Claudette)
Lucky salty dogs! Can I come too?