Thursday, March 06, 2014

Welcome to Gasparilla Island!

Ever since we read "Seven Miles an Hour", the journaling of Don and Gillian Wallace on their Pilgrim 40 called “Jazz”, we’ve been hankering to try anchoring in the bayou of Boca Grande on the south end of the island. Well, “the prettiest little town” on Florida’s West Coast, is indeed worth experiencing. Best of all, perhaps, was our negotiating the narrow channel leading in and then tying off our stern to the mangroves after setting the anchor. With “Summertime” held in place, we left room for other hardy souls to share the limited anchorage and the fancy folks to reach the dock space next to the famous Pink Elephant Restaurant ... endearingly known as The Pink. We were a bit dismayed to discover that our favorite diversion in high-priced neighborhoods is part of the local language... conelicker. You guessed it. An ice cream cone was about all we could afford in Boca Grande Village, named to the National Register of Historic Places in 2009. Our collection of fossilized shark’s teeth that began on the beach at Don Pedro State Park at Cape Haze continued on the beach at Gasparilla Island State Park. Beachcombing is a price-sensitive activity that we can enjoy in swim suits and bare feet and, of course, we tote our home-packed lunch!

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