Well, it sure left nothing to write about as far as Siesta Key is concerned.  And I’m thankful for that.  No power outages, no downed trees, no flooding, no broken windows (we don’t have boards for them) and no need to evacuate.  Fay stayed away from us.  I was told, when we first moved here last year, that we just don’t have bad storms because the spirits of the dead Indians that once roamed this area still protect it.  That story makes for easy conversation over a drink but I have to believe that Fay just headed elsewhere.

My husband, children and I did go to the beach once the boys had finished their school work.  It was windy, out of the north, and cloudy but that’s about it.   We walked from access #5 south to the public beach.  The lifeguard stands were moved inland several yards.  The lagoon, which had been full, was shrunk (probably from wind).  Pelicans and terns were diving for their early dinner. People were strolling the waters edge.  Kids were skim boarding and one man was way out near the markers doing the backstroke. 

Beach combing wasn’t as thrilling as I wanted it to be.  I bet farther down the coast and along the east side of Florida it was much better.  I have to face the fact that the Siesta Key beach is not known for its shells.  When you can find them, they’re tiny samples.  There was one week, I think in February but don’t quote me on this, that a cold front had come through and brought with it an abundance of shells of all types along the Siesta Key beaches.  I had found out about it a day later and headed down just as the sun was setting so I didn’t get to pick through them, but I did make it home with my first sand dollar.  Yeah!  Anyway, aside from 2 dead crabs, 2 sea urchins (one dead, one alive), 4 turkey wing arks,  a tinted cantharus snail shell, and a broken plastic Scooby Doo toy, there wasn’t much to pick through.  But I had a great time.