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With friends on the Anhinga Trail, Royal Palm, Everglades. Bob is the one on the right.
A bottle of beer, a beach of shells, a sunset, and thee.
Photo credit: Linnaea Pyle
It’s true! He is — and there, and everywhere. More than 10,000 miles so far — but in an old Civic instead of an old red truck. Long may she run!
As for this Robert, he began his business at 9 with a little fruit stand, bought his farm at 14 — and he’s still here!
The best key lime milk shake conceivable — I had two!
A dental emergency drew me to ultra-affluent Naples, Florida for a day, and to this pub afterward. Not exactly a NW brewpub, and Florida lager is no IPA — but better than Novocain. And the kind dentist, Dr Alan Rembos, tipped me off to the Crooked Garden in Pelican Preserve, Fort Myers — one of the best I’ve ever seen. Amid oceans of nectar and a flurry of butterflies, I saw 12 species, including queens, zebras, and orange-barred sulphurs the size of small birds.
Sanibel Islands, 14 March
Biologist and writer David Campbell kindly lent me his house and car on Sanibel, Florida’s famous “shell island.” Much of it is the Ding Darling National Wildlife Refuge. I fondly remember Orion’s Forgotten Language Tour stop here, and saw our signed poster at the nature center today — Janisse Ray, Nels Nelson, Pattiann Rogers, Peter Matheissen, & self. Thea flew out to join me here for a week. Phenomenal birds, herps, plants, and — yes, butterflies! — at the Corkscrew Swamp Preserve. Big Cypress, & Everglades. And the storied shells on the beaches here!
Still cool & showery, so mosquitoes few — but a sufficiency of Lepidoptera. I feel I’m really on my way!