Last week, our full water and plumbing was back in service. No more porta pots, and boiling water, such a relief. Clean up is still going on, and I can’t even imagine how long it might take. Empty lots in our village are being used to dump objects cleaned up and hauled from the beaches and the ocean. It makes you realize the fragility of human habitats. Since this is the 5th fastest growing part of the country, or so I’ve heard, and Florida being what it is, I have little hope wise decisions will be made. I don’t know when I will feel okay about swimming in the Gulf ocean. I imagine a kitchen sink crashing into my legs….or a body. Sorry, that’s grim.
Here are snapshots from this past week. 
Lots of dying trees
Pretty plant under a drain pipe
This Hawk was singing his heart out, if that’s what you’d call it.
Mickey in a fluffy blanket
Another cute Moke
Our happy spot
The sign that warns of the water conditions is at the end of this broken, unusable, boardwalk. But whatever moved through the Oregon grape left a very wide footpath, so it’s easy enough to get to the beach. There is a definite change in the sandbar at the Naples beach too, it’s much more steep. The ocean shoved it up several feet.
In Bonita Beach:
Chuck and my mom loved Doc’s Beach House.
Sand pushed off the roads.
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