Sailing down I-95

We are sailing down I-95 on our way to the Promised Land in Florida. Along with California, Florida promises more than Amy other state. Sunshine, blue skies and ultra-violet rays. Relaxation underneath Palm Trees, laid back is a life ... Unless you live there.

When I was a kid we would go to Florida for vacation sometimes and to this day I still feel a tinge of excitement when I cross the St. Mary's River bridge and see the "Welcome to the Sunshine state" sign.  Part of me will always remain a lite boy.

Since then, I've spent countless hours in the state. From Fernadenia Beach to Key West, it's been my retreat, sanctuary and healing place. From Cedar Key to Naples on the Gulf Coast and in between on the Alligator Highway, I've seen it all.

"Now in my line of work, I seem to see a lot more than most
Write 'me down, pass 'em round, it's the Gospel from the coast
Reflections not just replays, taking time to escape the maze
Looking for Floridays ..."

(Jimmy Buffett)

This time we're only passing through. Tomorrow we're getting on a boat and sailing away to the Caribbean Sea which has been my home away from home.  For the first time since we got married, Sarah and I are going alone. Friends were invited but couldn't go for one reason or another. We'll miss them buy it's OK just being us.

Sailing past Floridays ... To better days.