Fog. Rain. Thunder. Just plain damp. But the temp has been staying in the 60s to 70s, and I’d rather be wiping the dew off the truck mirrors than scraping ice off the windows. Not gloating, just stating the facts.

The routine starts today. I dropped Evan off at the airport early this morning, so now its that stretch of being alone. It usually takes me a few days to embrace it. I really don’t mind being alone. I know I’m not the first to say it, but some of my loneliest times have been in a crowd of people. Still, it takes a little bit of getting used to, more so this time because Evan rode down with me, so this place wasn’t really “all mine” until today. I miss the dude already. Anyway, the times out will get reduced to here and there until company comes again (though y’all know where I’ll be Friday night for dinner), studying for the PMP will pick up (if I can just stop binging on The Sons of Anarchy), and I’ll get to put the new non-stick pan and super-sharp chef’s knife I always pick up from the HomeGoods clearance rack to good use. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned about these trips, its that the “well-stocked kitchen” cutlery sucks and the cookware is awful, and the $15 I spend is worth it.

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Here’s a pic from the pier at St. Andrews Park. I believe I posted the west view last year (maybe just on Instagram), this view is to the east. Beautiful park, beautiful dunes.

Sunset pics will start as soon as we get a decent one.

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Kowloon or PCB?

February 7, 2018

kowloon2This is my first time staying in a high rise here in PCB. The night view is pretty dramatic, especially given the place is only about 1/4 full. Reminds me of all the high rises I saw when passing through Kowloon, Hong Kong — high rises there are a necessity given they’ve packed 2.1 million people into 18 square miles.

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Speaking of Hong Kong, we made our first visit to Patches, my fave restaurant anywhere. (I know, that has nothing to do with Hong Kong…). They have a smoker going out back now, and I had the smoked tuna dip and smoked brisket burrito (pictured) and Evan had the Hawaiian pizza (not pictured).

 

 

Speaking of Evan, he heads back tomorrow morning. Sad to see him go, but we did have some busy times. Superbowl on Sunday, running around in the maze on Monday, and the grand tour of Patches, Dave and Busters, then Buster’s Beer and Bait. Good times!

SuperBowl Sunday!

February 5, 2018

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Back in FL! Visited Dat Cajun Place with Evan to watch the big game and eat some yummy food and drink a beer or six. Evan had some blackened fish of unknown heritage, I had the crawfish etouffe and oysters, and we later shared some alligator bites (tastes like chicken!). Fun times and a great outcome to the game (though the place was loaded with Patriots fans).

Exit 17

March 3, 2017

Well, this isn’t one of my advertised archival PCB pics. It’s these awesome clouds I saw today while I was driving to a meeting. I helped them look a bit more dramatic, maybe doing a disservice to them because they were awesome all on their own, but when it comes to drama, well, sometimes, I can’t help myself.

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While we’re talking about drama, I looked at a website that says I’m being cruel to 2 spot, because guppies are social fish and should not be kept alone, and that I really need to set up at least a 5 gallon tank with a filter and a heater and two female (spotless) guppies. He cost 40 cents. Yes, its awful to put a price on a life. But remember, he was only a 20 cent fish when he was a feeder fish, so I doubled his value on the open market already. If I can find a 5 gallon tank and a filter and a heater at the Dollar Store (where his Florida beach home came from), well, maybe¬† I’ll set him up in style. Fact is, since he’s been in my possession, he’s lived twice as long as all of his schoolmates. Maybe he’s just a bit of a loner like me…

Well, we made it home alive — that’s always a good thing. I still have fresh memories of the beach, the sunsets, the water that was warm enough to actually swim in, but most importantly, the people who came to visit and make my life so much more enjoyable. I actually made a few friends this year who’s names I actually remember. There was Josh, the oyster shucker at Dat Cajun Place, Don the Cop from Nebraska, and the world’s most aptly-named couple, Tweetie and Gas Can. I want to especially thank my family for accepting the trip (though it looks like they thrived quite well without me…)

Anyway… while the memories are still fresh and before I delete many of the 700 photos I took down there, I’m going to keep putting some pics up every few days — at least until you guys stop visiting…

Here’s an artsy-fartsy sand shot I took as the sun went down.

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End of the Trip

February 27, 2017

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Evan came down to make sure I got home. We spent a little time on the biker bar circuit. Do I really look like a nerd? Cuz that’s what a biker mama told me…

This was the second that the sun went down on the last day. Not a great sunset, but the last is the last…

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Getting Near the End

February 24, 2017

The trip, alas, is drawing to a close. I can’t wait to get home to my family, whom I thank immensely for allowing this annual trek. But I will miss some things about this place. Its magical in the off-season. An off-duty police officer Bruce and I were talking to at Buasters referred to the place as Mayberry. Peaceful, low intensity, slow pace. Lotsa sitting out on porches drinking lemonade (Mike’s Hard Lemonade, I’d guess…). One thing that is kind cool is that wherever I went to watch a sunset, I was never the only one watching it. People pull up and take out their chairs or a blanket and park it on the beach. Turn around and about a quarter of the people are on their balconies, drinks and cameras in hand. There’s about 30 minutes of peace and reflection, and it feels like its town-wide. In the picture below, the small images you see at the water’s edge are some spectators — more are on blankets or in their chairs on the beach.

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On the other hand, Two Spot is making things a little harder than necessary by living all month. I’m afraid to change the water because that killed his friends, and I’m not sure he’ll survive the ride home…