Getting grapes from the bag we packed in the kayak after making it to the small island.

The small island has 3 black mangroves on it. I am joking around and licking the salt off the backside of one of the leaf blades.
Dinking around the shore of the island. There were a number of fish harvesting off some rocks I wanted to see. The net wasn't for capture, it was more to anchor myself in one place when I was close enough to watch them.
Hustling back to the mainland. Quick break. Parallel to us was a dark cloud with lightning strikes. This was over the seagrass beds near shore when we realized we were good for another 15 minutes of water time.
I have a rule. I don't like to consume quantities of food or liquid bigger than my face. My fiance knows this and gets a kick out of cups that are bigger than my head. This is at the Bass Pro Outdoor shop in Islamorada. The art gallery at this place has the facade from a grain mill imported from Paris on the 2nd floor. That is pretty.
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