Gulf of Mexico

I don't think we've ever been anywhere that John didn't have to have a hat when we arrived!
In Oklahoma, he was after a Hoss Cartwright special, the kind that required a special container to transport. Luckily he opted for a more amazon variety, Dundee?

So I got in on the fun too... but only because the hat was red and I can use it at our monthly Red Hat Society meetings~ and it is that special Madagascar weave like the one I got in Catalina~ Ranes thought it was hilarious that the one thing I loved best there was a hat! That was in 1998 and I have not worn it since, still waiting for the right occasion!

It's been so long, I forgot the pleasantries of the beach! We went out into the surf, got knocked over a few times, went past the first dip to the sand bar and still at about waist level. I couldn't keep my balance, had to hold on to John's hand all the way back in to keep from falling~ This must be what aging is all about, no longer a fish in the water~
The view from our 4th floor balcony. The pool (one of 5) is posted to be *for adults only* and *quiet area*...what a hoot! Those adults were louder than most children I have been around on loud days!!
Words can not describe~~ the Bird of Paradise~
This was an incredible thing that I managed to miss, John was there!
The Tampa Bay Rays played The Detroit Tigers (and lost but that is fine as we are Tiger fans since my uncle Paul pitched for them) . There was a huge beach party for the game, which is shown on the giant screen TV attached to an even bigger truck!
We finally made it to the beach! One more day and it would have been September!
The occasion (there has to be an occasion) was the annual meeting of the Gulfcoast Chapter of the Underseas Hyperbaric Medical Society. None of the pictures depict that, but that was the objective of the trip, just happened to be located at a totally gorgeous tropical type resort beside Treasure Island on St Pete Beach!


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