|| Back on US 1

Just the thought that I was back on US-1 was thrilling, that was after eleven years and that was a long time in a person's life that things and people had all changed, to be less, to be exact.  We passed many keys (channels, bridges) and even more resorts and yacht clubs, you'd imagine.

Stopped at Bahia Honda state park, boasting the most beautiful white sand beach and a broken bridge somewhere.  That was the first taste of the beautiful waters we were about to see in close proximity.  The weather wasn't cooperating but even with that much clouds and rain, the water was beaming with pretty blues and pretty greens, two of my favorable colors.  The beach was however tiny and people had already camped out there under the shelter with music, towels, grills and people.