From Here On by Bob Brackin

Author:Bob Brackin [Brackin, Bob]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781449031930
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Published: 2009-11-17T05:00:00+00:00

I suppose the vacations were the most amazing things. We both worked all year, and planned for our two weeks in July long in advance.

She was the one who usually came up with the ideas. Once she said, we’re going to camp out for a week at Ft. Jefferson in the Dry Tortugas. We’d drive to Key West, and fly out to the place via seaplane. She wanted to repeat the experience, and the next time we took the Sunny Days catamaran out to the Tortugas.

We stayed in a cabin built of all re-cycled materials on the side of a mountain on St. John, in the Virgin Islands. It was called Maho Bay.

She picked Tarpum Bay, in Eleuthera, because she liked Iris Cartright’s voice. Iris was a local, and had two rental places overlooking the ocean. We saw beautiful sunsets from the living room.

We traveled to Key West, and Marathon, numerous times, and once to St. Simons, Georgia, for a golf-themed vacation.

She picked a week on Anna Maria Island, on Florida’s Gulf Coast. We went down ahead of time and found a place to stay.

I think the thing that amazed me most was her adventurous spirit. I shouldn’t have been surprised, because she traveled all over the place growing up. Her father took the family hunting in Utah and British Columbia, skin diving in the Keys, and fishing at a campsite in Marco Island. The family spent summer retreats in a trailer on the ocean at Sebastian Inlet. The father had leased the land for 100 years, so it was a mainstay for getaways. They lived in Winter Park at the time, and the mom pre-cooked hams and turkeys, and off they went, for fishing, swimming and relaxing.

It was in Sebastian she told me where there was a secluded area with pine trees. She used to lie on the ground, looking up, and listening to the wind through the trees.

She was always attuned to nature. When she lived in Canada, as a young girl, she’d lie in the field of tall grass, watching the hummingbirds. Her mom would be mad because she didn’t know where she was.

So, I think her upbringing gave her the sense of adventurousness. And she didn’t mind packing up the kitchen sink on our excursions. How else do you explain lugging an 8-pound brand new hibachi pot, in a box, to St. John for one meal.

We almost always took and cooked our own food, exclusively as the years went on.

So, tonight I’m having tofu dogs and sauerkraut. It’s heating in a saucepan. I’ll sip on a beer, eat, and later watch Survivor. It was our only dedicated television show. We never missed it.

So, for now, I’m going to eat, and think about some of those vacations.

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