Tag Archives: Hobe Sound

~Oops, ran aground~

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out for a boat ride

brothers share a day of fun

reminisce old times

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Howard and Bob getting the boat ready for a ride.

Howard and Bob getting the boat ready for a ride.

Looking down the canal (from Bob’s dock) that leads to the Intra-Coastal Waterway that then leads to the Atlantic Ocean.

Looking down the canal (from Bob's dock) that leads to the Intra-Coastal Waterway that then leads to the Atlantic Ocean

Another view of the boat and canal.

Another view of the boat and canal.

View of the Mangroves that grow along the waterways. Penalty of law to disturb these plants!

View of the Mangroves that grow along the waterways. Penalty of law to disturb these plants!

Typical view of an Osprey nest along the shoreline.

Typical view of an Osprey nest along the shoreline.
See the Osprey?

Howard driving!

Howard driving!
Brothers

Making Waves

Making Waves
Back end view!

Sticking our nose out into the Atlantic.

Sticking our nose out into the Atlantic.
Beautiful blue colors

Oops, ran aground! Thank goodness Howard wasn’t driving!

Oops, ran aground.
Howard getting his feet wet. He said it was cold!

Push!!

Push!!
Bob and Howard

Enjoy every minute and everything nature has to offer!

Evening Sunlight
Evening Sunlight

~What’s for lunch?~

Osprey
Osprey

He listens as I snap photos

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This is how I saw him as we first approached; easing the boat ever closer.

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Watching us closely.

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Beautiful profile of this male Osprey.

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On Saturday, we took a boat ride in brother-in-laws boat, heading north toward the Port St Lucie Inlet from Hobe Sound, Florida. As we traversed among the Mangroves, growing along the intra-coastal waterway, I was lucky to capture numerous Osprey sitting like “kings of the sea” high in the tree tops.

The photo below is the mate to the one above as she sat on their nest. I sure hope she was not tangled in the green fishing net, which appears to be part of the nest.

I took her photo on our way up the channel and she was still sitting there, on our way back down the channel.   As we approached them a couple of hours later, her mate was enjoying his lunch and I wonder if he shared any with her.

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I have a few photos of another Osprey pair mating, which I will post tomorrow. The photos of this pair are not as clear as these, but are interesting because they depict the behavior of a mating pair.

AND, a few photos of Bob (BIL) and Howard, in the cold waters of the intra-coastal waterway, trying to float our boat back into deeper water.

We managed to travel out of the main channel and got stuck on a sand bar. It was quite the jolt, let me tell you!

Of course I snapped a few photos, of their struggle, while sitting dry from inside the boat. {Grins}

Staring out to sea…..

Everyday he sits on a bench staring out to sea; how long he has been doing this I’m not sure. His skin is deeply tanned so I am thinking he has sat many hours on this bench.

He is Italian. You know this upon first meeting him; he proudly wears a hat with Italy written across the front. I don’t recall ever seeing him without this hat. This winter he tells me “I am doing okay for an eighty-five year old.” So now I know his age.

Over the years, I have learned he was born and raised somewhere in the mountains of Italy, exactly where I am not sure. Be assured that wherever it was he truly and deeply loved it there.

His father and mother moved to New York City from Italy when he was 27 years old. I am not sure if he really wanted to leave Italy, but I do know that he had a wonderful life in New York City. From the way he talks about America, he loves this country as well as Italy.

His family members were cheese makers. From all accounts, as the stories are told, the very best cheese makers! I believe him.

His father felt that at the age of 27 he was not ready to venture out on his own. He had to learn the family business first and that he did by working for free until his father said he was good enough to be paid. Oh my can you imagine a father telling his son this today.

His father also felt that at 27 he was still too young to marry, so he waited. I think he had already picked a wife, an Italian, and when given the okay from his family, they were married and eventually had two children. I don’t know at what age he got married. As I write this story I realize there are so many questions I need to ask him.

They all lived in the same home, with one kitchen; he likes to laugh about that now – his parents, him and his family. Many squabbles took place mostly about what and how to prepare the evening meals. Two strong-headed Italian women wanting to cook “their” way – Geez! As he tells this story it is shared with love and not regret, I can tell by the way he laughs as he speaks.

His cheese making abilities led to another successful business, a deli and grocery, which was located on a corner next door to their home. “I did not have to drive to work” he tells me. “We made and sold the very best cheeses” he states proudly. I think they must have owned this deli and grocery for a very long time.

Exactly when he and his wife moved to south Florida from New York City, I don’t know. I do know that his wife loved both the warmth and the sea, because he tells us about her – a little. She passed away not that long ago and I get the impression it is still painful for him to talk about her.  I do know that he loved her more than life. At times he seems sad and he has stated that he misses her very much. When he stares out to sea, as he sits on his bench, he is thinking of her – I just know this to be true.

My husband and I met him about three years ago, because we drive to the beach to walk our dogs and after our walk, we spent a little time cooling off while sitting on a bench staring out to sea. You see it is a very relaxing and comforting habit. It is also a wonderful way for a stranger to become a friend. From year to year he remembers our name, which amazes me. Of course what I love more is that he calls me “sweetheart” in his still heavy Italian accent.

I truly adore him! His name is Joe and we have become friends. He always has a smile to share, a story to tell and what I think I enjoy most – a lesson to be learned, if you truly listen, on how to prepare an Italian meal!  He still cooks his own meals all from scratch and of course all prepared with the very best Italian ingredients and with the very best cheese! You won’t catch Joe eating in any Italian restaurant!

As he stares out to sea, probably remembering those he lost, may he please be at peace knowing he will see them again someday. Not too soon I hope, because I want to see him sitting on his bench, starting out to sea and enjoying the warmth of the sun, upon my return.

Until next time Joe – be well my friend and think of more stories to share…

Hobe Sound, Florida, with sadness we say goodbye…..

Life on the Intracoastal Waterway
Life on the Intracoastal Waterway

It was with sadness and immense anticipation we said farewell to Hobe Sound, Florida. We left there this past Sunday and drove to a new location – Lake Louisa State Park located in Clermont, Florida. We have never been to this state park and we look forward to our stay here and the opportunity to explore this area. Hopefully, I will have a few things to say about Lake Louisa State Park to include a few photos.

It felt great to be back on the road again!

We spent the last two months in Hobe Sound and truly enjoyed this unincorporated little town, which lies between Jupiter to the south and Stuart to the north. We have family that lives in Hobe Sound and we will sadly miss them until our next visit. Their hospitality was something we will treasure always – everything from dinners and happy hours to boat rides and long conversations while enjoying the setting sun – it was wonderful!

We had some great adventures these past two months. We explored Jonathan State Park, walked along the beaches in the area, went for boat rides along the Intracoastal Waterway, kayaked the Loxahatchee River, shopped in some quirky little shops, ate some delicious seafood in the many local restaurants and some days simply just relaxed in the sun and mild temperatures!

Besides Howard catching the Flu, Koudy going to the vet with a hurt paw, Skye going to the groomer and getting her back legs “shaved” (boy was I upset) – it was a perfect two months!!

A few photos:

Expression of a Sunset
Expression of a Sunset
A Beautiful Evening Reflection
A Beautiful Evening Reflection
Reflection of a Hunter
Reflection of a Hunter
Reflection on the Seashore
Reflection on the Seashore
Reflections on a Pond
Reflections on a Pond
Reflections on a River
Reflections on a River

Reflections of a visit with memories to share,

Until next time life is to be enjoyed and lived with flair

Trust me when I say,

Future plans will be made with care,

To visit those again that live by the bay