Before returning home to face the onslaught of winter, Jo and I relished our short time in Florida soaking up the heat with one last day at the beach. Barefoot and white-chested we strolled along the crushed shells with white wash lapping at our ankles. It was a proper end to our trip.
The Beach
From a Shell's Perspective
On the way back from the beach we crossed a drawbridge over the estuary. At the top Jo spotted a pod of dolphins hunting fish along pier. They were working together as a team to herd the bait fish to the surface then skim below to gulp up the fish.
Dolphins
Waiting for Scraps
Surfing Below the Surf
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