Tossed our sorry asses outta bed at six...me, beloved and Blondie (the daughter), off to cuddle some stingrays (again... for those who don’t remember my prior adventures with a half-blind bitey stingray and would like to know, it’s in the menu for this blog).  Stuffed ourselves into still-mildly damp swimming cozzies.  Choked down breakfast and … Continue reading Turtles, Stingrays and Rusty Busses →