Yesterday morning as I was out and about doing real estate stuff on Hutchinson Island , I happened to catch this old tune by Otis Redding on the radio. As I listened to the lyrics and pictured Otis looking out over San Francisco Bay I suddenly realized that it had been awhile since my wife and I had taken a leisurely stroll on our beach. Not that we had become couch potatoes because our motto is, "take a little vacation in every day." Here on Hutchinson Island there is enough vacation in every day to fill a lifetime. But, we had not been to the Atlantic side and the beaches for a couple of weeks.
Pam and I are sea shell landlords. We pick up interesting shells, take them home, let them hang out with us for awhile, and then when we get overrun with them, we haul them back to the beach. I do believe that the same shells have visited us more than once! Anyway, Pam was ecstatic at the idea of a couple of hours of beach combing. Actually, we combined the vacation with our morning run....eh...slog. We started out at South Beach Park and jogged, slogged, and walked down to Ocean Village. Ocean Village is a great community located on the beach. Very affordable, active, and friendly! In fact, I am thinking about organizing a tennis tournament between them and the Colonnades.
As we entered the beach, we were amazed again at the stretch of white sand as far as the eye could see in both directions with only a handful of people to enjoy it. The first thing that we spotted were the markers set out by the conscientious people who protect the sea turtles. I am sure that they get very little thanks for all of their effort. We carefully avoided those areas. As we walked in the soft sand we noticed that the waves were particularly angry today. There must be storm out at sea. But, to the surfers, angry is good!
The highlight of our walk was a battered conch shell, a piece of drift wood, ten pounds of "cannot live without" renter shells, and Angel. Angel is a one year old mixed breed that actually turned out reasonably well. We approached her master who was surf fishing. She very shyly sat by his side as we approached. As soon as I said, "Where is all of the action?", Angel went into hysterics! Leaping, laughing (doggie style), and lapping! I soon learned that Angel has two speeds. Stop and Full.
As we finished our vacation for this day, both Pam and I vowed that we would not take this wonderful place and lifestyle for granted.
If this is the first time reading our blogs, Pam and I come from an entrepreneurial background. After selling our last business, we decided to relocate to our beloved Hutchinson Island. However, once an entrepreneur always an entrepreneur! We really love Hutchinson Island so the real estate business seemed a logical choice for us. We are loving it! In the meantime, we have a home in Maine that is waaayyyy to big for us. Five bedrooms, four baths, a three story barn, farm pond, on six acres of fields and trees. And it is only minutes to the coast. We have lived there for twenty years so owner financing is an option. Make me an offer I cannot refuse because I am not leaving Hutchinson Island.