January 10, 2013. This is our second day in Gulf Shores, Alabama. We are still searching for sunshine. The temperature is agreeable, close to 70 degrees, but we are still in the clouds. We biked today for about an hour. I wanted to ride to the Gulf shore, about a mile from our camp site. Annie wasn't enthusiastic. The ride was along a park road that was open to other traffic. Cars zipped by at something approaching the speed of sound. Annie flinched. Half-way to the beach, she grabbed my bike by the handlebars and turned it 180 degrees. "We're going back," she instructed calmly. I have heard the calm voice before. Beware the calm voice. The calm voice foreshadows a fearsome explosion. Wanna know what I said? I said, "Yes, dear." And back we went.
This was also our second day to eat at Lambert's Cafe, home of the throwed rolls. The choice of an eating place is always a topic which is thoughtfully discussed in Harvey. The choices were to eat stuff we brought from home or go back to Lambert's. After 20 minutes of discussion, we flipped a coin. I didn't like the result of the first flip, so we did two out of three. Fortune smiled. The second two flips resulted in a drive to Lambert's. Well . . . There are only three of them in the whole world. And we were just few miles from one of them. Had the coin failed two-out-of-three, we would have kept flipping until we got the result we wanted. That is an unhandy way to make a decision, but it works for us.
We stopped at the beach on the way back. The photos show the sparsity of beachcombers. There were some bountiful deposits of shells. But we have shells, so we left them for those unfortunates who have none.
We began to look at places to stay in Sanibel. Surprise, the choices are limited. We did reserve for two nights in a state park in nearby Fort Myers. Perhaps, we can use those two days to find more permanent arrangements. If not, we'll just move on. That's the beauty of having no agenda and no deadlines. Yes, life is good.
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