The most distinguishing feature of Fort Myers Beach (besides the sunset) was the water. I’m used to Destin/ Fort Walton Beach, where the ocean is tepid. Well, in FMB, especially in the afternoon, it feels like a nice, warm bath. That took some getting used to.
It was in the upper 90’s all week with high humidity. No wonder it’s the off season there.
More than anything else, Lintilla and I enjoyed visiting the summer homes of Thomas Edison and Henry Ford. Thomas Edison has always been a man who fascinates me, and it was really cool to see a place where he came to relax…by…WORKING! The man’s brain never, ever stopped. A patent a year for 60 years, that’s incredible. And I love the fact that he was so pigheaded in the wars with Westinghouse; he NEVER admitted that AC was a better choice than DC. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, Google “Edison Westinghouse current” and read about the world’s first standards fight.
The Edison Beach House (the Hotel we stayed at) is simply the cleanest hotel in the world. Mr Monk certainly runs the place.
The northeast US must be a youthful, cheery place, because every grouchy old person from the northeast was in Fort Myers beach last week. And that was the offseason! Florida is the only state in America where you have to travel north to get more southern. Try ordering sweet tea, and see what happens!
In every beach community, there is a seafood restaurant that doesn’t cater to tourists, it caters to people who love seafood. (For instance, in Gulf Shores, Alabama, there is the Original Seafood House). In Fort Myers Beach, I would recommend a place called “The Fish House”. It is a little hard to find, but I had the Jerk Mahi, and it was glorious. AND, it was the only restaurant I’ve ever eaten in with an all-male service staff (at least when we were there).
FMB is quite a casual place. No shoes, no shirt, no problem. I saw so many people stroll directly from the beach into stores in their swimsuits. Which reminds me of a sad fact: I’ve reached the point in my life where every female who can wear a bikini well is simply too young for me. The fun is gone – they’re all young enough to be my daughter. Sigh.
(For all you uptight people – I’m NOT talking about ogling or lusting; girl-watching is a time-honored activity, as is boy-watching. Unfortunately, we men have really dropped the ball in these matters. Don’t men work out anymore? My wife was quite disappointed)
Perkin’s Restaurants need to come back to Nashville. On the last night of vacation, we always have an “encore” night; we eat at the family’s favorite restaurant. Of all the expensive, kitschy places we ate, Perkin’s was the favorite.
Speaking of, I was afraid to weigh when we got back.
Irony: I’ve finally gotten over my fear of flying, I’ve gotten to where I actually enjoy it; now they say it’s much worse for the environment than driving. And I’m trying to gear my life more toward being a Teddy Roosevelt style conservationist (this lets me embrace environmentalism without having to lump myself in with tree-hugging Gaia worshippers 🙂 ) So, what’s a guy to do? I guess on my next vacation, I’ll just bike to Murfreesboro. Guilt trips? Moms have nothing on environmental scientists.
Our anniversary was absolutely delightful. We didn’t do much of anything at all.
Like I said, delightful.