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Time is 8:02 AM (my pedometer reads 425 steps)
As I do most of the time, I walk down nine stories in anticipation of the known and unknown of what lies ahead.
In minutes I’m at the beach. The sun is bright. The sky is blue with wispy white streaks. The air is brisk, but the wind is strong – much stronger than I hoped – plus I am walking into the wind.
Within a few minutes, I cross into Florida. There’s the Flora Bama. (1,100 steps)
The sand is packed. I’m close to the water, but wearing shoes. I start a 15-minute stretch of familiar landmarks: Pharaoh, the Green-Eyed Lady, and Olives.
Time is 8:18 AM (2,072 steps)
Pharaoh stands guard over the beach. He tells me, “You can have my crown if you make it.”
Suspicious of his offer, I nod as I walk past.
This is something I wanted to do last year, but didn’t – and to think the weather was better then.
Conditions haven’t changed, but it’s early.
There she stands – “Green-eyed lady, ocean lady. Soothing every waves that comes. Green-eyed lady, passion’s lady. Dressed in love, she lives for life to me.”
She always wonders where I’m going and when I’ll return.
I smile at her presence as I walk by.
There’s that cool sand sculpture I saw the artist doing yesterday!
Several days ago would have been better because it was warmer and less windy – but the fog would limit the view.
The sand is no longer easy walking. I look for hardpan.
There stand the Olives.
Time – 8:34 AM (3,941 steps)
The next landmark is the USS Eden aircraft carrier with a flight deck at the end of a stretch of houses.
Head down, I maintain my pace into the wind. I encounter company for a short distance.
Time – 8:53 AM (2.5 miles/4 km) at Eden, a typical turnaround point
Eden is not a carrier, but a proud falcon or eagle perched to display its wings – much like the eagle on the back of a US quarter.
After Eden is a string of 6-7 houses, followed by a long stretch (2.5 miles/4 km) of no housing units for it is a Florida state park. My next destination is the first tall tower.
Fortunately, I know the locations of the bathrooms.
My pace is slower than normal. The strong headwind is a factor.
The sand remains difficult, so I continually search for a packed surface.
I’ve walked this lonely stretch before. I could listen to a podcast, but I want to conserve my battery.
The tide appears higher than normal, so low tide must have been earlier than I thought.
Should I turn around?
…. but then I find a stretch of packed sand that delays the decision.
Time – 9:52 AM (12,525 steps) 5.5 miles/ 8.8 km
At Windemere, the first tall condo outside the state park. I’ve been here before. I stop to empty my shoes, drink water, rest, check my phone, and think.
Walkers assure me that better sand lies ahead.
Before continuing, a man passes where I sit, and he turns left as if he will serve as my guide. I chose to continue to where my feet have not gone before and to reach the point at the end of the national shoreline.
The sand is better here, but the wind seems a bit stronger.
Condos are a few stories taller than our location – but not as wide. I marvel at the beauty of the expansive, curved balconies.
The man continues to serve as a guidepost as he walks ahead of me.
A collection of pastel houses are sandwiched between condos. For whatever reason, I smiled.
I imagine the first part of my destination lies ahead – and the man still sets a good pace and direction – but I’m gaining on him.
Time – 10:30 AM (12,525 steps) 7.1 miles/11.4 km
I enter the Gulf Islands National Shoreline. The sand is hard and level.
A half mile into the national protected area, I catch the man. We talk.
I asked the location of the point. He says, “Another 5-6 miles.” (98-9.5 km) – I laugh and think about Pharaoh’s words.
Time – 10:50 AM (16,284 steps) 7.1 miles/11.4 km)
One mile into the national shoreline we turned around. This is near the location where I thought the point would be – but little did I know it was still so far away.
We separate as I stop at the pavillion for restrooms, eating a banana, rest, water, texting my wife, and emptying my shoes.
Lunch is about 45 minutes away – a place just before the long stretch of the state park.
Ahhh … the wind is finally at my back.
Lunch was wonderful – a plate of red beans and rice.
Before heading back to the beach, my windshirt comes off to expose my arms.
The wind is at my back, but soon I notice a chill on my neck. My windshirt goes from my waist to my neck. Much better.
The state park stretch is generally lonely. I’m tired. I chat to two fisherman about their day.
I keep my eyes focused ahead for the next landmark.
I finally pass Eden as the eagle stands proud.
Olives appear as a martini toasting my survival.
The Green-Eyed Lady smiles with approval and my safe return.
Pharaoh nods in approval, then sheepishly smiles as a reminder that the crown is still his – but my walk is slower than normal.
I stop again to visit a sand sculpture done by an artist I talked to yesterday. (This is a morning picture)
There’s a log – I stop to sit, remove my socks and shoes that I stuff into a bag.
Ahhh … the sea refreshes my feet. My pace get faster. I hear the steady bass drum of my steps.
The Flora Bama tempts me to stop for a celebratory drink, but I press on to Alabama.
A final foot splash in front of the condo. I wave to my wife on the balcony, head inside, find the elevator for the ride to the ninth floor.
I stand at our door checking the final stats.
Time – 2:20 PM (38,185 steps) 16.8 miles/27 km
An interesting day – and I imagine the rest of the day will involve several thousand more steps.
As for the point that I did not see, hopefully next year – but then I will drive to the national shoreline, park the car, then start the trek to the point and back.