My Least Favorite Night of Vacation

Our Summer Vacation – Day 10

The last night of vacation is traditionally my least favorite.

2018 was no exception.

It was time to try to pack up everything we brought, plus the souvenirs we bought, into our suitcases and eat up all the leftovers in the refrigerator.  I know, I know.  You are not supposed to be sad that it’s over.  You are supposed to be happy that it happened!

As Forrest Gump might say “I guess I’m always a little of both”.

Check-out was 11 am sharp the next morning.

It was time for some last minute pictures to help us remember the fun we’d had during the week.

Off we went to the Deerfield Beach International Fishing Pier, a mile down the beach.  It is a perfect setting for family pictures.  I captured several of my son and his beautiful family.  I wanted to make sure I got at least one picture in which they were all looking at the camera and smiling.

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Four out of five smiling was the best I could do

In baseball, four hits in five at-bats is a heck of a game.  Taking family pictures, four out of five smiling is about par for the course.  In every picture, our three-year-old grandson stood with his mouth wide open.  When I asked him later why he did that, he offered the following explanation:

I SAW A TREE FROG!

So much for Grandpa’s expertise with a camera, although if you want memorable, it definitely fills that bill.

As it turned out, their Mother, Maria, had already captured one of my all-time favorite pictures of my grandkids.

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For me, this picture sums up perfectly our week in Boca Raton and the good times we shared.

I don’t know if any of the kids were smiling.

All I know is that it brings a smile to my face every time I see it.

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The 2018 Reece & Strobel Family Vacation attendees, less me taking the picture.  In 2019, Grandpa Strobel (second from left, standing) plans to increase the number to 18, including 9 grandkids under age 12.

 

 

Getting to Know the Boca Raton Town Center Mall – From Auntie Anne’s to Zumiez

Our Summer Vacation – Day 9

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Entrance to Town Center Mall

On Day 9 of our vacation we took a break from the outdoor activities and spent a little time indoors at the Town Center Mall in Boca Raton.  The Town Center Mall is a gigantic 200+ store mall where we had to park at the far reaches of the parking lot even on a Thursday afternoon.

Boca pandoraFirst Stop – The Pandora Jewelry Store, not to be confused with Pandora’s Box, a totally different business which markets a monthly “relationship enhancement subscription box for couples.”

A few years ago, I purchased my wife a Pandora Charm Bracelet.  Ok, maybe she purchased it, but I’m pretty sure I was there.  Now, whenever we travel, she has an excuse to visit a Mall that has a Pandora store so she can add a charm to her bracelet as a keepsake of our journey.  When we are dead, our daughter-in-law is going to inherit a charm bracelet with a lot of shiny pineapples, sea shells and palm trees on it.

As my wife and granddaughter headed to Pandora, my grandson and I chose a different venue:  Auntie Anne’s pretzel store.  There are actually two of them in the Town Center Mall.  We were just as happy with a large lemonade and a box of warm cinnamon sugar pretzel parts as my wife and granddaughter were picking out a new charm.

Whereas malls in mid-Missouri might feature a new pick-up or an all-terrain vehicle on display, the two Florida malls were considerably more upscale.  The Galleria Mall in Fort Lauderdale had a Rolls Royce on display.  Sticker price – $384,0000.  The Town Center Mall has a Tesla sales location with pricey – but not Rolls Royce pricey – energy-efficient vehicles on display.

While even the Sears store in Jefferson City bit the dust, the Town Center Mall offers such Specialty stores as Pea in the Pod maternity store, Everything But Water designer swimwear, a Papyrus fine paper store and a Mont Blanc fine pen store.

boca auntie annesEverything from A (Auntie Anne’s Pretzels) to Z (Zumiez Cutting edge clothing, shoes, accessories, and gear for skateboarding, snowboarding, and surf lifestyles for guys, girls, and kids).boca zumiez

In 2007, the Town Center Mall made the national news when 3 people were kidnapped at the mallboca police & murdered.  One of the cases involved a mother & young daughter who were found bound & shot in the head inside their SUV at the Mall.  Though that case was featured on America’s Most Wanted it remains unsolved.  At no time did I feel uneasy while walking around the mall (other than looking at the prices).  I suspect a few rich people may have looked at me sideways and clutched their purse a bit tighter as we passed.  Now there is a police substation right in the Mall.

The truth in advertising award at the Mall goes to Junk de Luxe, advertised as “first and foremost, about a certain kind of hip, urban attitude. An uncompromisingly urban cross over style, making its presence felt on the biggest catwalk of them all: the street”.

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It was time for us to take our junk back to “the street”.

Actually, “the beach”.

The Town Center Mall was impressive, but we’ve got Malls in Missouri.

It was time to get back to the reason we drove 1300 miles to get to south Florida.

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How High’s the Water, Momma? Three Foot High and Risin’?

Day 8 of our Summer Vacation

The Ernest F Coe Visitors Center near the entrance of Everglades National Park was just an hour from our condo.  Our route took us near Homestead, Florida, the town where Hurricane Andrew severely rearranged the landscape in August, 1992.  While the kids and grandkids checked out a waterpark, the four grandparents decided to check out the Everglades.

Grandpa Eugene even hoped to ride an airboat on some private land just outside the park if things worked out.

Entry was free with my National Parks Lifetime Senior Pass that allows me and three friends into all National Parks for free.  Passes are available to U.S. Citizens ages 62 and up.  Mine was $10.  Last August, Congress raised the cost to $80, still a heck of a bargain.

After a quick stop at the Visitor’s Center, where we grabbed some snacks and a map, we headed west on State HW 9336.  Florida State HW 9336 is a mere 4 feet above sea level.

First stop: the regally named Royal Palm Visitor Center and the Anhinga Trail.  It was hot and muggy as we climbed from the car.  We added another layer of insect repellent.  Since the Anhinga Trail had two routes, I asked the Ranger for his advice.  Forest Route or Swamp Route?

“If you take the Swamp Route, you will see alligators.  If you take the Forest Route, you will see mosquitoes”  he responded.

Swamp Route it was!  It consisted of an elevated boardwalk through a bright, sunlit area of green vegetation & black water.

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We saw an alligator sunning itself in the brush, but it was this large, colorful Grasshopper that caught my eye.
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,Clouds began to thicken on the Anhinga Trail

As we got back in our car, reinvigorated as the ac hit our sweat-covered bodies, a decision was made to drive to Flamingo Lake at the western park boundary and work our way back to the Visitor’s Center.

Flamingo Lake, we learned upon arrival, had sustained major damage from Hurricane Irma last September and is still recovering.  On the way we had passed a gator sunning itself by a small lake.  Since stopping would have blocked traffic, I decided to investigate on the way back.

Not a lot of activity at Flamingo Lake, though we did spot a pair of manatees lazily drifting in the water.

When asked the most memorable thing that happened on their cruise through the Everglades, a young couple in a kayak replied without hesitation “Fighting off the biting flies!”

On our way back to the eastern entrance to the park, rain began to fall.  It let up briefly and we stopped to see if the alligator was still visible beside the small lake we passed.  Even though news reports had just carried a story about a gator carrying off a woman who had been taking her dog for a walk, and against the advice of the other three occupants of our car, Grandpa Eugene decided to get a closer look.  I got my iPhone ready to record, just in case.

As we watched with wide eyes, this well-marbled tasty gator snack known as Grandpa Eugene, opened the car door, got out, and strolled from one end of the shoreline to the other.  As he stood gazing out over the water intently, the thought crossed my mind to sneak up on him, touch his leg with a stick, and then video the second man in history to walk on water.

Then the rain got serious, with an ample dose of thunder and lightning for good measure.  The narrow road began to cover with water and I soon understood the principles of hydro-planing more thoroughly.  At the storms crescendo, I pulled off the road.  It would have been interesting to watch the water rise on one of the “4-Ft. Above Sea-level” signs but none was around.

During a let-up in the storm we made a dash to the Ernest Coe Visitor’s Center Parking lot and parked on a high spot.  Near a storm drain the water was up to the floorboard on a nearby minivan.

It was an interesting, educational – if somewhat brief – trip to the Everglades.

There would be no airboat ride for Grandpa Eugene today unless it is part of a rescue attempt.

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Potential postcard to send to grandkids back home.  HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME!  WISH YOU WERE HERE!  HERE IS A PIC OF A PANTHER SAYING GRACE OVER GRANDPA EUGENE.

Lifestyles of the Cheap and Frugal

Our Summer Vacation – Day 7

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Yacht Rental Option One – $875 per hour

If you would like to sample the “Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous” but have a budget more suited to “Lifestyles of the Cheap & Frugal”, I have discovered just the answer when visiting Fort Lauderdale.

The Intracoastal Waterway is a great way to legally take a peek into the living rooms of multi-million dollar homes in Fort Lauderdale.  Of course, most of the inhabitants are so wealthy they are out-of-town staying at one of their other multi-million dollar homes. To tour the Intracoastal Waterway, the first thing you need is a boat.  In our case, a boat that would  hold at least 9 people.

Option 1 was to rent a fully stocked yacht for $875 per hour.

That option was quickly discarded.

Option 2 was more in our price range:  Only $28 per person, $23 for age 65+,  $14 for kids, and free for kids that could pass for under 5.  For only $172, our party of 9 received All Day Unlimited Passes for an entertaining, unlimited on-and-off privileges, round-trip cruise of the Intracoastal Waterway on the fleet of Fort Lauderdale Water Taxis.

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Yacht Rental Option Two – $172 per Day!  BINGO!!

In addition to a relaxing, entertaining cruise complete with narrated history, educational facts, and gossip, we could also get off and tour different locales on foot.

This tour will make you appreciate the cost of living in Missouri.

The property taxes on one home we passed were $50,000 per month.  If you own a yacht and want to anchor it at an Intracoastal Waterway marina, the cost, depending on season, is $5 to $15 per foot, per night.  That means the 300-foot, $250,000,000 yacht Steve Wynn bought for his wife for her birthday could cost close to $4,000 just to dock for one night.

Homes and lots on the Intracoastal Waterway come at a premium.  Per our guide, one guy bought a home for $25 mil.  He then bought the house next door, apparently a fixer-upper, for $7 mil,  He then had it demolished so his dogs would have a place to play.

Our grandkids were fascinated looking at the large iguanas sunning themselves on the sea walls along the waterway.  As we exited our taxi to visit the Galleria Mall, the guide on the taxi told us confidentially that the Iguanas love to eat the flower buds on the surrounding bushes.

As we were waiting to reboard the taxi after boosting the net sales of the Galleria Mall, my son tossed a flower bud in the direction of a large iguana eyeing us from a seawall.  Like a flash, the formerly lounging iguana devoured the bud.  At first, one lady thought we had thrown a plastic straw to the iguana. Before a fight broke out, we educated her on the culinary preferences of the large lizards, whereupon she also began throwing flower buds to the lounging lizards.

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As the Flower Bud supply depleted, it appeared this iguana might be considering sampling either my grandson’s flip flop or his toes.

After working up an appetite feeding flower buds to iguanas, we walked 2 blocks to the Bubba Gump Shrimp Co.

A great place to eat inspired by one of my favorite movies of all time.

Then it was back to Boca Raton for a twilight walk by the sea.

As my ten-year old grandson likes to say, “Well, this has certainly been quite a day!”

And that's all I got to say about that

One Tyke Over the Line, Sweet Jesus

Day 6 of our Summer Vacation

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The Little Man Who Wasn’t There (wink, wink) joining me on the porch for an outdoor breakfast

When I booked our accommodations for our family vacation, I limited my search to places with at least 3 bedrooms.  Making the trip would be two sets of grandparents, one set of parents, and three grandkids ages 3, 7 & 10, who on vacations past have bunked on the sofa bed in front of the TV.

One review especially caught my eye.  The title was:

Family Friendly like staying at Grandma’s beach house

That sounded like the perfect place to spend a week with grandkids.  I booked a 3 bedroom unit for a week.

When I checked in to our condo, I was given a sheet of guidelines for our stay.  The final guideline was “A maximum of 8 guests per condo REGARDLESS OF AGE”.  It has been my experience that MOST places overlook a small child when tallying the maximum guests allotment, but apparently NOT at “Grandma’s beach house”.

We were one tyke over the line.

When I listed the names of all the guests, there were only 8 spaces.

I omitted our three-year-old grandson’s name.  He would be the easiest to hide.  In one review of the property I found a picture of a cute kid hiding in the cabinet.  I now understood why the kid was in there.

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This is not our kid.  Apparently another family was one tyke over the line and found a creative solution.

Our youngest grandson’s “absence” on our vacation brought to mind a poem by American educator & poet William Hughes Mearns.  In 1899, Mr. Mearns wrote a poem that was eventually set to music titled The Little Man That Wasn’t There.

It goes like this (with a few minor revisions by me):

As I was going up the stair
I met a (little) man who wasn’t there!
He wasn’t there again today,
Oh how I wish he’d go away!” (NOT!)

When I came home last night at three,
The (little) man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, at least when housekeeping is at the door.

Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn’t there,
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away…

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The Little Man Who Wasn’t There – Fortunately there was no limit on kids at the beach!

I usually mention the names of the places we stay on vacation.

Not this time.  Although we had a great time, I’m not sure when the statute of limitations runs out on “exceeding the guest limit” in Florida.

Sure would hate for the “little man who wasn’t there” to start Pre-K with a record in juvy.

Sex on the Beach

Day 6 of our Summer Vacation

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The Beach Across the Street from our Condo

Our trip to the Fort Lauderdale airport to pick up our son and his family and shuttle them back to our rental condo in Boca Raton was uneventful.  Thankfully.  We picked them up at the curb in front of the baggage claim area where, in January of 2017,  Esteban Santiago opened fire on travelers awaiting their luggage.  Santiago was recently sentenced to 5 life sentences, plus 120 years.

Welcome to Fort Lauderdale!

Safely back in Boca Raton, we headed to our condo.  Last Valentine’s Day, Nikolas Cruz opened fire inside Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida – a dozen miles from where we were staying.

As they walked from the parking lot to check out their new digs, our grandkids were apprehensive.  Not about the history of shootings in the area.  They are used to hearing gunfire back in Missouri.  The difference is that when they hear gunfire near our home in rural Cole County, Mo., it’s just the neighbors taking target practice and not a reason to get scared.

What had them alarmed in Florida was the omnipresence of curly tailed lizards scurrying ahead of us to take refuge in the abundant beautiful green foliage along our path.

curly tail lizardThough curly tail lizards may look threatening at first glance, the kids soon realized these lizards were way more scared of them than they were of the lizards.

Not so, the large iguana’s they would be introduced to later in the week.

After carry-out pizza for dinner, the kids were eager to explore.  A walk on the beach was in order.

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The route I envisioned would involve a pleasant one mile walk along the Atlantic from the beach in Boca Raton to the Deerfield Beach Fishing Pier  near where we had spent the previous night. From there it was just a block to the frozen custard place for dessert.  Then we’d walk back on a well-lit sidewalk rather than the beach where flashlights are discouraged because it might disturb the turtles.

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As we left the wooden walkway that led from the street to the sand in front of our rental, something unusual caught my eye.  Scattered along the beach were what appeared to be miniature crime scenes – small areas blocked from beach traffic by orange tape.  We soon learned that each of these “crime scenes” was actually a protected turtle nest containing eggs fertilized following courtship.

That courtship might include multiple male turtles fighting over a female.

In some cases, I learned, all the turtles ended up with a prize.

Unlike humans, female turtles may mate with multiple males.  Ok, that part is like humans. But wait – there’s more.  According to the SEA TURTLE CONSERVANCY, “Females may mate with several males just prior to nesting season and store the sperm for several months. When she finally lays her eggs, they will have been fertilized by a variety of males.

A question came to my mind:  Is this the kind of behavior to which I want my grandkids  exposed?

They could not have cared less.

As the sun disappeared  over the condos, my grandkids were far more interested in  looking for seashells along the beach en route to the custard stand rather than learning the gritty details about how we get baby sea turtles.

Ninja Turtles may get all the publicity, but, as it turns out, these sea turtles see their fair share of action, too.

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A Party of Two Becomes a Party of Nine

Our Summer Vacation – Day 5

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Deerfield Beach at dawn

I woke up before dawn on Day 5 of our vacation.  It would be a busy day and I needed a good breakfast.  While my wife dozed, I hiked two blocks to a 7-11 and procured a large, dark roast coffee and a bear claw.  From there it was a short walk to the beach to await the sunrise. On the way I passed other insomniac geezers, many accompanied by small dogs.

1300 miles away our son’s family was on a shuttle to the St. Louis airport.  We had transported most of their luggage with us so each of the five of them were only encumbered with a small carry-on.   Our grandkids were already excited about coming to the beach so I imagined the added adventure of boarding an airplane had the needle on the excitement gauge bumping the red line.

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It was our grandkids first time to fly.  It was also their first time to hear the phrase “flight delay”.  Before they boarded their plane in St. Louis an announcement was made that their connecting flight in Atlanta would be delayed 2 hours due to bad weather.

As soon as they were airborne a kid in the row in front of them barfed prodigiously all over himself and his mom.  An unlucky guy who had procured a window seat in the same row managed to avoid the projectile vomit stream but was treated to a full measure of the smell as it began to waft throughout the plane.

“I LOVE THE SMELL OF VOMIT IN THE MORNING!” said no one, EVER!

Meanwhile, back on Deerfield Beach, I was enjoying a glorious sunrise, along with a optimum dosage of  salt air, sugar, and caffeine

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Sunrise over the Deerfield Beach International Fishing Pier

It would be a busy day.  As soon as the sun was up, I grabbed a cup of coffee for my wife and headed back to our room.

We would need to pack up from our one-night Airbnb rental, meet up with our grandkids OTHER set of grandparents who were someplace between Orlando and Fort Lauderdale headed south, form a two-car parade to pick up our son’s family at the airport, then, proceed en masse to check into the three bedroom condo I had reserved for the next seven nights in Boca Raton, Fl.

After sleeping in a different bed each night for the past 5 nights, we would now sleep in the same bed for seven consecutive nights.

Throughout the day we received updated ETA’s on our grandkids flight.  2:20 pm eventually ended up being 4:40 pm thanks to Mother Nature’s shennanigans.  Though we were eager to see them, when it comes to air travel and flight delays, rather than getting frustrated, I always recall the wisdom once imparted to me by a hot air balloon pilot:  It’s a lot better to be down here wishing you were up there than up there wishing you were down here.

Next stop: Fort Lauderdale airport