The Great Impressionist has turned expansive soybean fields to green and gold palettes worthy of Monet or Van Gogh, framed by hardwoods who slowly dress for autumn.
As thousands crowd the escape routes to evacuate ahead of Hurricane Irma, I hope this old relic can still fly, and takes a planeload of people and pets from Marathon Key to safety.
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.
Much of the development at the Lake of the Ozarks can be traced back to one event. Flash back to the late 1960s. In a move that forever changed the face and fortune of the lake, then-Governor Warren Hearnes entered a bid to host the 1970 National Governors Conference at luxurious Tan-Tar-A Resort, one of America’s newest—and most remote—four-star playgrounds. …