Our WAY Big Adventure

If you know us or have followed us for long you might have noticed that our Tyler (age 8 ) is a pretty deep thinker with the vocabulary of a college student. Every single day he surprises us with something new and sometimes, (true confession here, and yes, I do have a master’s in education) I have to leave the room to go look a word up.

After discovering that we not only had neighbors, but that two of them were boys (brothers) ages 8 and 10, Tyler couldn’t wait to meet them. The “boy radar” must have been out, because on Saturday morning into our driveway rode Tanner and Garrett on bikes. The boys rang the doorbell and Tyler opened the door and greeted them with, “Come on in guys. Let’s play!” The polite boys hesitated slightly and asked, “Shouldn’t we introduce ourselves first?”

…boys, neighbors, boys, real boys, not girls…

Our poor son. He has spent a great amount of time pouring himself into books, Legos and video games to escape a girl world. He has only sisters and more girl cousins in Charlevoix and girl friends (I separated that on purpose) than he can count on all his little fingers and toes. He has some boy friends too, but the poor child goes to school in Petoskey, so play-dates with boys are few and far between.

…you can fill in the rest from there.  Tyler is having a ball and learning to fish from two (young) master fisherman. Oh, and the “never want to leave” part, that would come right after he asked me at the dinner table Saturday night, “Mom, is there a chance that you might have a late pregnancy?”

“No, son. I’m sorry. But I think I know why you are asking. You want a brother, don’t you.”

“Yep. But if I can’t have a brother, then I never want to leave!”

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Tyler’s fishing post coming soon…

After moving into our winter home, the kids and I busied ourselves with a full week of school, and Scott, not having to drive us anywhere, spent longer days in his new home office. We did however, find time to enjoy some fresh air once in a while…and this weekend gave us a chance to relax, explore the area even more, and have some fun.

Morning walk…

Rush hour on the dock…

Recess…

…and a fresh catch for lunch.

Our landlord, Mahmoud, came by to take care of some landscaping with his workers, Jonathan from Guatamala and Ramon from Cancun. “These two,” he explained, “know fishing.”  It didn’t take long to have a dock full of boys and men, ready with sling nets for bait, and a surprise catch (Sheephead) already in the pot.

Mahmoud, who truly lives in the moment asked, “May I clean and cook for you now?”

“Of course!”

Less than 20 minutes, from river, to pan, to taste buds. The freshest we have had yet, and delicious too!

Mahmoud is more than a landlord, but our new friend, landscaper, fisherman and chef!

Stay tuned for a story of more new friends coming soon…

Actually we are no longer on Nettles Island, but very close to it on the Saint Lucie River. He might be a little lost, but still cute and willing to make videos!

…but slowing down for a while.

This part of our adventure finds us in the sunny (and currently record breaking cold) state of Florida. With the RV in storage, and our family moved into a house, we plan to stay put for a while. And while my children have not complained once about sleeping arrangements on this trip, I am happy to report that each of them now has a bed to sleep in. We still plan to have plenty of adventures, but will (for the most part) stay within this state for the next three months.

A new friend and fellow adventurer shared some quotes with me, and if you know me well, you know I am a quote-junkie. Ponder this;

 “The true worth of your travels lies not in where you come to be at journey’s end, but who you come to be along the way.”

Some of our most valueable memories along the way are of people, rather than places. This week, while we were staying in Nettles Island, we got to spend time with some dear friends, Jim and Lisa Favors. We met Jim and Lisa when they arrived home from their first “Great Loop” boat trip. After discovering they were doing something we had dreamed of, and following their travel blog for months, we felt like we knew them well before we got a chance to meet them face to face. They are currently on their second “Loop’ and whether it is dinner at the dock, burgers at anchor, a weekend get-away or a brief visit, we always enjoy their company. If boating is a passion of yours, you might find their books, magazine articles, and photos valuable resources.

You can follow their journey at favorsgreatloopblog.com. 

Lisa, our family, Jim, and my mom, Theresa at The Dolphin

And no day is complete without chocolate…right? Grandma and the girls baked chocolate chip cookies for our last night at Nettles. Grandma (or Mother Theresa as Scott has fondly nicknamed her) has proclaimed herself the “Home Economics” teacher for our extended stay in Florida, and has every intention of following through on that promise!

It is amazing how a smell can bring back memories. My kids will often say after a summer rain, “It smells like Florida!” And as Hilary and I got out of the car very late Saturday night (the RV and the rest of our crew was not too far behind) the first thing we did was inhale, look at each other, and smile. It not only smelled like Florida, it was Florida; Nettles Island, a place that holds great memories for all of us, and my mom’s winter home.

Nettles is a man-made,100 acre square island with 1578 homes. It is flanked by the intra-coastal waterway and the ocean. If your idea of retirement is someplace secluded, this is not the place for you. There are two pools, tennis courts, a hopping clubhouse, game room, bocce courts, shuffleboard, restaurants, post office, marina (Scott likes that), and during Spring Break, plenty of grandkids.

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Weary from two very long days of driving, Scott found a spot to park the RV and we all crashed at our friend Betsy’s house. We will be temporarily housed here until our rental is available on the 9th, when we will move just 6 miles south, on the mainland.

Of course, Scott would have preferred to pull into a slip, and tie up to the dock…

With the RV in storage nearby, a day to rest, and a couple of Grandma’s great meals, we are now back to school, and back to business…