Florida Day 2

The weapon of athletic choice this morning was bicycles. Dara told me with concern in her voice, "Just don't try to keep up with your Mom." I rode the spare bike supplied by Missy and managed to hang in there for the 12 miles or so of scenic riding down through Port Royal and back. We spied what Missy thought was a white version of a blue heron (in its transition phase Missy thought). There was some skepticism amongst us on that one, but subsequent investigation in the bird book uncovered that there is a white version of the Great Blue Heron called -- amazingly enough, the Great White Heron. And there is an immature version of a blue heron that is white. I had key lime pie at lunch for Dara. It was tough, but somebody has to do it. After a lazy afternoon back at the condo(while Missy and Mom shopped for quilting fabric and god knows what else), we had dinner over at Missy's. Stone crab claws on the balcony were the appetizer. There was much reminiscing about the Yalie invasion last year. Came back to be humiliated at Scrabble again. Without Missy to keep Mom in control, it was a pitiful match-up. I may have to revisit Sudoku to feel better.