FTJ, Entry 145: Spring Break Broke: Alone Again

So Spring Break is pretty much over here in PCBeach. We are one of just a handful of RVs left in the resort, and the traffic along the beach is back to normal. Other than the annoying music coming from the bar across the way until 2 am most nights, it is pretty quiet. 

Maybe too quiet? A big change from the hubbub of the RV resort activities we experienced at Fort Myers Beach and Carrabelle. In fact, this place has no activities at all, and the people (including us, I guess) are not at all outgoing. As a result, there's not a lot to report.

Let me think. Well, the weather has been perfect. Blue skies, a nice breeze, and 80 degrees or so every single day so far. No complaints on that score.

Other than that...eh, this is boring. As I am short on exciting news and low on words, I will finish this entry in pictures.

The long view of the beach.

A closer view. Beautiful from both angles.

"Hey Lady, get out of the way. You're spoiling my shot!"

Me again, in front of one of the local fishing piers. You have to pay a fee to go out on them, and pay a bit more to fish from them.

This guy was totally at ease around people. Just waiting for scraps from the fishermen.

There is a terrific shopping area called Pier Park that has everything...including Duckboat tours and train rides for the kids.

The last of the spring breakers?

Cute Pirate Shooting Gallery at Pier Park.

Buddy at lunch.

I think we will go visit this on a rainy/cloudy day. The model of the Titanic is quite arresting.

A local watering hole called J. Michael's. We dined here with Marge and Don our second night in PCB. They left the next day, unfortunately.

The two of us had dinner one night at Schooner's beachside restaurant just down the street, where there is a lively crowd, music, sand sculptures, and a lovely sunset view.

 

Yesterday we enjoyed a drink and some oysters at Tacky Jack's, which is on a pretty bay right near our RV resort. The bartender loved Buddy, who sat on top of the bar in his carrying bag and had chicken tenders for a snack.

WHOA!  Are we in Florida or California? Odd names for streets here, methinks.

Zzzzzzzz. Hey, wake up!

I know, I know. Not the most stimulating of blogs. But we are boring at the moment. In fact, Beau is becoming a bit restless. I think he needs more socializing (besides, it gives me good blog material). Maybe we should reach out to the few remaining RVers in the park? Hmm -- I am not so keen on that. They look kind of dull and boring. HA! (They probably say the same thing about us.) 

Finally, I have been meaning to include this photo of Beau's T-shirt (this shot was taken at Carrabelle, actually). It is a great message, and rather appropriate for him.

Hope all is well with everyone. 

You can go back to your naps now.

Tanks, Panky