8:40 PM time to shower than go for a late dinner.
Back for next door, the Jacaranda. Had crab stuffed grouper.
Saw two more manatees,
No white pelicans Sunday. I'm home, 8:10 PM. Continuing Saturday's Tale.
The first, or last part, depending on your perspective, of the trail is shared. I saw three people coming out as I came in.
It took me 50 minutes to paddle the trail. Back in Tarpon Bay, more dolphins. At least 3, maybe 5.
The first photo in the Tale is from this group. Not a lucky photo, if I was a better photographer I'd have more with the head out of the water. One dolphin assumed that position several times. I captured it once.
Two weeks ago, I was in Cedar Key, which is full of working fishing boats and blue collar folk who work for a living. This is the only one I saw on Sanibel. Perhaps there are more on other parts of the Island.
I landed at 3:20. Would have been 3:15 but I had to try to get a last dolphin photo. I followed one towardsss the bridge on the east end of the fill island where I parked. A six hour paddle, with one break for a sandwich. The Causeway much less crowded than it had been by last visit, on Father's Day. A spirited dominoes game going on in front of the Yak Dave Mobile.
I put the yak on the roof, and drove to the Anchor Inn. Checked in, got situated, began this Tale, then went for an exploratory bike ride.
Bike path on Donax Street. The Anchor Inn is at the corner of Donax and Periwinkle. I wanted to see how far it is to the Gulf.
Just under a mile. Too far to wheel the yak. Explains the low rate at the Anchor Inn. $73.29.
I biked to the graveyard and a nature trail.
Back on the bike path, Casa Ybel Road
I needed to find a grocery store. Get something to pop in the microwave. "Jerry's" is at Casa Ybel and Periwinkle. In the store I remembered I forgot to bring a full, backup memory card for the camera. I have one at home. A clerk got me one, rang it up, $31. No thank you, I'll just delete pics from the card I have. Bought a box of Hot Pockets and a bag of Chex Mix. Tested the Super Vivid setting in anticipation for the sunset on one of the parrots at Jerry's.
Returned to the Inn after a 6.11 mile ride. Popped a Hot Pocket in the microwave, had a beer, and headed for Bowman's Beach. At least that was the plan. Sanibel and Captiva have an "L" shape. I was on the bottom line of the L, facing south. Captiva is the vertical L. West facing. Bowman's Beach is near the corner of the L. But, since it was late, I just went to the first public beach parking area from the Anchor Inn, Gulfside City Park. Paid $2.00 for a hour of parking (Lee County must balance its budget on beach parking) and wheeled the yak to the Gulf.
First photo, I'm paddling away from the setting sun, trying to get a pic of a dolphin.
Windy and wavy. At my back. I took it slow, as I'd be facing those conditions when I turned around.
After the sun went down, it got rougher. I thought things calmed down after sunset. Not tonight. I hit one wave wrong and took on a bit of Gulf water.
Here's a last photo, after I landed.
"I state this to let folks know, paddling at night should not be done in an area you are unfamiliar with."
I wrote that after paddling Haulover Canal, last Wednesday night. Did not follow my own advice. I figured the area with no buildings had to be Gulf Side Park. I landed, walked to the dune line and saw a path to the parking lot. Back to the yak, put the wheels on. One fell off. In the darkness, I could not find the pin the holds the wheel in place. Luckily, a couple was walking by. With flashlight. We found the pin.
Back to the Anchor Inn. You saw my dinner at the Jacaranda. Next door. Matazuna's is across the street. I left the room with thoughts of going to the Lazy Flamingo, getting conch chowder, and a sandwich, or maybe a bucket of clams and oysters, but after walking about three blocks, and not seeing it, I went back to the Jac. The Lazy Flamingo was one more block. I should have kept going, but I figured I'd have lunch at the LF and catch the Packer game Sunday. The food was good at the Jacaranda, but pricey. But then everything on Sanibel is. What got me was $5.50 for a rum and coke. Of which I had two. Not to mention, the rustic patio area wasn't open, not that I wanted to sit there in the summer. The inside, table clothes and wine lists, isn't my kind of place. But, as I said, the black bean soap was great. The crab stuffed grouper wasn't to shabby. Nice way to end Saturday on Sanibel.