This old bridge goes forth for miles and backward to 1909. Bet it has seen some winds. The new bridge is a more comfortable, less romantic way to be tossed into oblivion by storms. Marathon Key.
OK, this wasn’t our boat. But the same Hurricane Omar chased us from St. Barts to a hurricane hole in St. Martin. Photo above is on Anguilla, just north of St. Martin/St. Maarten. On a spit island just north of that, little bluebirds will eat breadcrumbs off your head.