For the past two years, I wished to visit a specific private beach. Every time my husband and I would drive down A1A with the ocean on one side and the intercoastal on the other, I'd daydream about crossing the water and relaxing on this private beach that seemed so far away. I could see there was a sign on the beach but it was too far for me to read it. I wondered what it would be like to be the only ones sitting on the beach, fishing, laughing together and eating a picnic lunch.
Today, my dream came true. We purchased a Scanoe (a canoe that has a flat bottom) and a salt water trolling motor. Of course, we choose the windiest day of the year to cross the intercoastal (there's a tropical storm in the Atlantic) and the water was extremely choppy. I was splashed by waves as our canoe made its way toward our destination. It was so enjoyable being on the water again. I love the sun, the scent of the sea air and the taste of the salt water on my lips.
The private beach I had dreamed of is actually an island and part of Faver-Dykes State Park. It was awesome. We were the only two people on the island. There was a picnic table, two grills, our canoe and us. It was a tropical paradise and an amazing day. We walked the beach, laid under a palm tree staring into the sky, explored the island, waded in the water and absored the healing elements of fresh air. I have that sleepy after-feeling from spending so many hours in the sun and I'm savoring a perfect summer day by eating watermelon and enjoying the comforts of home. Happy Sunday.