I try not to take these for granted.

Much to the displeasure of seagulls, I have pulled my vintage 1985 Schwinn Sierra mountain bike out of mothballs, accessorized it with bold whitewall knobby tires, and have taken, once again, to being the terror of the beach.

Note the stylish, vented racing gloves — a fashion statement all in themselves.

“I’m back, baby!”

Who hasn’t wanted to have their picture taken with a beached buoy?

New Smyrna’s latest tourist attraction: a castaway from SC, two years adrift at sea. Everyone passing has their photo taken with it so, like a lemming, me too!

Apparently, northern Florida did not get the memo to flip the calendar page to March (nor did much of the country, I hear).

We spent a very interesting morning touring the Air Force Armament Museum near Elgin Air Force Base, Fort Walton Beach.