We decided it was time to explore the surrounding environs. We headed south to Ft. Meyers, found the historic downtown, but did not stop to walk the street, just drove through. I love the colors of south Florida and Ft. Meyers did not disappoint. Each store was a lovely pastel color. We saw a bit of the older residential area; lovely clapboard houses in those pastel colors with neat architectural additions. It is such a contrast to the surrounding countryside where every thing is flat and featureless for miles and then a brief oasis of manicured lawns, trees and shrubs... either a golf course or a subdivision or both. I can't help but wonder what it looked like before the Spanish, English, carpetbaggers, land developers, snow birds discovered it.
We returned to the park hoping that our next door neighbor hadn't slashed the tires of our little silver home on wheels. He hadn't. I think he realized we were not his kind of people, (thank God) and wasn't going to waste anymore time on us. Feeling the need to move around, we decided to investigate the park's "nature" trail. As you can see, not too much nature, but a good reason to hobble about with my cane and get some exercise.
I will close tonight with what I consider a funny story on the Six o'clock news. It seems that 4 men were arrested together in one of the local parks exposing themselves to passersby. They ranged in age from 60 to 75, which prompted Randy to quip, "what happened, did the horseshoe game get rained out." Randy has been fairly amazed at the advanced age of most of the inhabitants of the Gulf Coast. (Of course, we are not exactly spring chickens, ourselves, so I will have to keep track of that Randy, lest he join a group of "over the hill" exhibitionists.)
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