Well, it wasn't the Keys after all, but lovely Jupiter, Florida as destination. Despite being a native Floridian, I had never vistied this part of the Florida coast. For reference, it's about 2 hours north of Miami, 45 minutes north of West Palm Beach. This was originally land of the Florida Cracker (email me if you need an explanation of that or you can rent John Sayles' movie, "Sunshine State"). But with the extreme population influx and Anglo flight from majority-Latino Dade county, real estate development in these formerly tiny, sleepy & scruffy beach towns has turned them into the land of gated communities, planned town centers and Celebration clones (the uber-planned, whitebread Disney-created town). Don't get me wrong, it's pretty and orderly and squeaky clean. It's just that it's a little too Stepford Wives for my taste. (for readers not alive in the 60's I mean land of the Pod People. sort of.)
Whoa, this is turning into a travelogue but at least you have a frame of reference for the knitting surroundings. So. The great part? The beach is beyond beautiful. Almost vacant and with huge dunes and crashing waves. This is the part of the coast all the surfers migrate to for the wave action. We sat on the beach for a while before being chased off by rain spritzes. It was so wild and lovely that I just know I'll go back again. Well worth the drive. That said, I didn't make too much progress on mom's ribbed tank. The wind and the waves and the beach turned me into a puddle of bliss and the needles were just tooooo heaaavy...Pictures at 11.
More pics, please! Congrats on the blogship. I see you are stretching the topic constraints nicely. One of these days I'll get a blog or 2 (scratching chin beard thoughtfully).
Posted by: Max | May 19, 2004 at 01:28 PM