Salt Water Therapy

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I am a salt water girl. I think it heals, whether it be through tears that you cry, fish that you catch from it, or waves that wash over you. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE all forms of water. I love water God made the most, but I will soak in a tub some days. However, there is nothing like the ocean. Nothing. My hubby and I went to St. George Island twice this last week. We could be tour guides. We first went to fish and the second time we went with Vivi and friends. The island is about 2 hours from Tallahassee, where we live. It always seems a lot longer because you are so anxious to get there and smell the salt air. I grew up in Florida around Daytona Beach. We went often. I was use to waves and sand. I wanted Vivienne to be the same way. I want her to know and love the outdoors the way we do. She already seems to. She isn’t scared to get messy or dirty. I have to change her clothes about 4 times on the weekends. I don’t mind. It is all worth it for her to explore without fear.

3 years later.

3 years later.

 

Starfish.

Starfish.

St. George.  Gulf side.

St. George. Gulf side.

The first trip was a fishing trip for me and Travis. We were so excited! He had heard that pompano were biting off the east end of the island. We have a flats boat, so the trip to the end isn’t comfortable, but it isn’t bad on a smooth day. Well, it wasn’t a smooth day. We had to go anyway. We had hyped it up! We rarely get time together anymore. We were just too excited not to go see if the weatherman was right. The time together is always worth it. We get to bond in a way I will never regret whether we catch anything or not. It was very windy by the time we made it down there. We waited a little and went surf fishing. I am new to casting into the surf, so it is great practice. It was a beautiful day on that side of the island. We put the boat in after the wind died down some. It was bearable and somewhat safe. (We have done more ridiculous things. We are parents now and try to be safer.) We didn’t go far when he hooked something huge! I reeled mine in to help. Of course, we lose our net all the time so I went to the wheel. For the first time, I steered the boat after this monster of a fish! I was careful because the waves were still quite large. We battled this thing for what seemed a long time, but was probably only 10 minutes. I was starting to get a bad feeling about it because we had not seen a glimpse of it yet and then …. yep…. it was a huge catfish! The most ginormous trash fish I had ever seen! We couldn’t believe it! It was still a blast!

Travis' sail cat.

Travis’ sail cat.

We cast and cast. We got nothing. Not even a hit. It was still windy and a little cold when it hit you. I don’t mind being wet and I don’t mind being cold, but I don’t like being wet and cold together. We made it all the way, all 7 miles, to the point. We still caught no pompano. We took a break to have a picnic lunch on the shore. The scenery was incredible. The clouds were puffy and white. The comical seagulls were flying above. I took some very funny selfies because  I thought I was taking a picture of the birds, instead I had my interesting “mascara” face. (Ladies, you know what I mean, the face you make when putting on mascara. Why is it always weird?) No, I will not show you that. While, I was doing that my husband was picking up sea shells for Vivi’s sand box. Yea, swoon. He can be the sweetest ever. After lunch,  we trolled a little bit while dolphins played behind the boat. We fished a sunken ship. Which I think is so cool. Really, I can’t help but think Ariel is down there. Oh, I forgot about my catfish. Moot point. I did find out there was a Trash Fish Classic that weekend that we clearly would have won! We caught the 2 biggest catfish ever! Next year. We had a great time. Memories I will keep forever.

The ever fascinating birds.

The ever fascinating birds and Travis being sweet.

Ariel is down there.

Ariel is down there.

That weekend we went with friends that are new to the area. We were thinking about going to a closer beach, but we wanted to go to the “classy” beach. I can redneck it up any day of the week. I use to drink Natty Light, a 12 pack, by myself and go to Mud Bogs. I can do redneck, but we weren’t sure how Miami people would feel about that. No offense to anyone. (Seriously, all love.) We had perfect timing! Vivienne slept the whole way there! It was a Christmas miracle. Also, going to the beach with a child makes it look like you live out of your car. She woke up as pleasant as can be! She picked out a $5 float at the gas station and off we went to the park. {Sobriety plug: It is SO nice to not have to worry about the 12 pack you need to go to the beach. All I need now is my water and root beer for kicks. Plus, I stay hydrated!} So, we got to the sand and it was SO gorgeous. Travis and I were married there 3 years ago, on that same beach, coming up on April 30th. Another mircale. We love the ocean, can you tell?

Vivi playing in her shallow pool.

Vivi playing in her shallow pool.

Vivienne instantly loved it! You would think she had been a thousand times. The water was still cold, so she did not want to go in. I don’t blame her. I did take a quick dip. (Still a little weary of the big sting ray I saw a couple of days earlier.) We had a little shallow pool up by our spot wear the girls were playing. They dug moats and built sand castles. Viv liked to crush them. (Our friends were very nice to let her do so.) It is so nice to find people who are your “speed.” We had a great time just doing nothing, but playing with our little girls. Their girl was a little older and was so kind to Vivienne. It was great weather and so relaxing. Travis built Vivi a little “swimming hole.” At one point, Vivi felt the need to pack up all the sand toys in the basket. I found out she does not like to have her suit off. I was just taking the bottoms off and that greatly upset her! Nor did she want her suit off to rinse off. I am ok with that. I hope she stays that way… We went to the Blue Parrot to eat. Well, I am not sure if Vivi ate more than ketchup and the breading off of the calamari, Dad was on duty, but we had fun getting to know our new friends. It is always so hard to drive off the island.

My beach baby.

My beach baby.

Organizing.

Organizing.

We both hope that one day we can live by the sea. Right now though, we are happy where we are. It is nice to have the little escapes from normal everyday life. The ocean is mysterious and vast. It always makes me seem so small and make me marvel at how great God is, when I am at the ocean.

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