Tag: Fernandina Beach FL

What We Do

My PirateThis is my favorite remnant, of the recent four day festival, here on the island. I worked it up on Pixelmatr in between walks downtown. This pirate, Slappy, is a colorful character and part of the band, that roam the streets here, every first week-end in May.

Amelia Island is at the most northern point, of the Florida coastline. Across the St. Mary’s River lies Georgia. The river provided a perfect haven for the looting, drinking, scavengers of the ocean. It’s deep water provided access and security. It was a perfect hideout; and overlooked, by most. Only adventurers, found their feet, on the hidden trails and underbrush of Fernandina Beach. Continue reading What We Do

Dreams and Deeds

It’s 4:30. I hear the rain outside. I take a deep breath.

The moment is refreshing.

The tin roof, of my small, house in the hood, accentuates the sound of the drops. The wind will gust, from time to time. I don’t have to be outside to see it. The trees, in this area, are majestic and what brought me here, to my home in the hood. I don’t know their names, but I know them, personally; their colors, their barks, their moss. Continue reading Dreams and Deeds

The Internal Dialogue

30713121_10215700904537219_8093810116341530624_nThe other day was a bumpy one;  life on life’s terms. As I laid my head, on my pillow, I could hear the voices of the people, that I work out with, in Cross Fit. They chanted, “You’ve got this, Miss Cheri.” “You can do it.” They were a choir of encouragement. It dawned on me how powerful that is.

As a whole ~

Cross Fit has been the most challenging and positive influence, in my entire life. 

Where will I go from here.

My Endless Summer

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When I arrived in October we had four days of rain. We got here, on the heels of damage, caused by sixty inches of water, in six days. Many had lost their homes.

This was on the wake of Hurricane Irma back home, in Florida. We had just survived that near disaster.

Almost six months have gone by, and it’s time to pack up and leave again. Continue reading My Endless Summer

Backtracking Sandy 1

This is an example of the waves that can get kicked up in a storm, here on our island.When you see pics like this~you’re first thought might be ~ he’s never gonna make that!And then he does ~ 

And then there’s this surfer.This picture was taken on the same day.He had been very selective~choosing one of the less threatening waves.Nice~WIPEOUT!

This surfer is Josh Pinkin. The west wind was blowing him back off  the wave. He was being very cautious. The other surfers and people on the beach had concern. Inside, I was cheering him on. Right now, I had the thought of the ONE wave I rode at Puerto Escondido, Mexico. I could see people on the beach getting out of their chairs and pointing at me. I was an old lady, back then fifteen years ago. Anyway, I made it, he didn’t. There comes a time that every surfer has to step up.

He did and he was obviously happy about it, wipe-out and all.