At the end of nowhere.....
if you don't go across, you go back.
We ate first at Safe Harbour on our trek back to Georgia,
lingering over fresh fried fish, shrimp and oysters,
savoring big round hushpuppies and sweet tea,
watching the ships pass
and the fishing boats idle at their posts
and the sea birds hide from the rainy, cold weather.
When that feast was over we debated...
"shall we go back or cross over?"
We chose the later.
It is real homey, the wait.
We had just missed the ferry,
so we were first in line for the next crossing.
We were entertained by the old lady keeping order
with her tales of the parts round about.
Yes, the St. Johns River in Florida is mighty
and has many stories to tell.
Our van was first on when our time came.
We had the best slot on the ferry.
We exit the car,
me to take pictures,
him to find some tourists to talk to.
All are mesmerized
by the comings and goings of this large carrier.
Today,
because of the rain and the cold,
I found the sea birds huddled
on the pilings,trying to get comfort.
"A funny bird is a pelican...
his beak can hold more than his bellycan."
After crossing,
just a few miles down the road,
we are rewarded with a most stunning glimpse of the ocean.
It always take my breath away.
There are breakers for miles!
Bubba drove down for me to get one last picture.
Still raining, still cold,
but the beauty shines through
making everything even more amazing.
I do believe there is salt water in my blood.
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