Big Days on the Beach

After two days sequestered inside our hotel room suffering from flu-like symptoms, Studly Doright seems to have emerged from the valley of the shadow of death.  At least he showered, brushed his teeth, and went on a dolphin viewing tour with me, and I ask you, would a man on his deathbed have been capable of that?

   
 

When we left the marina area after the dolphin tour I spied the sign for the Clearwater Aquarium, and since Studly still had a bit of spring in his step we stopped in to visit with Winter, the dolphin made famous in the movie, Dolphin Tale.

   
 

Winter (above) stayed in the background this afternoon, but Hope (below) was eager to strut her stuff.

 

She kept showing us her tail, as if to say, “I don’t know why Winter is the star, I’m the one with a tail.” Cheeky dolphin

Tomorrow (Friday) is a big day. We’ve booked a 90 minute jet ski tour for 11 a.m. I’ve never ridden a jet ski, so I’m a little nervous. Then tomorrow evening we’re headed into Tampa for the Dixie Chicks concert. I’d better get to bed. 

Peace, people!

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Author: nananoyz

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