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The long drive home …

 

The decision has been made. Our home beginning mid 2025 will be Florida and we will be residing in Latitude Margaritaville Water Sound (LMWS). The decision made included settling on a block of land in the community and paying down for the building of a new construction home. Hopefully, it will be completed mid 2025, so that for now, our plans for the coming twelve months are firmly set.

Why LMWS? Why Florida? If you have been following the posts for this year, particularly the most recent posts going back to May, you might recall our decision to move to sea level. Our choice of Florida, as far as it is from Colorado, was influenced by the beach-focused lifestyle and the selection of a location in the Florida panhandle, smack in the middle of Florida’s most hurricane prone coastline, is something we took into consideration but came to the conclusion that the upside greatly offset any negativity or reservation we may have had about moving this far east (and south) in the US. 

The LMWS community is a gated community where security is pretty tight. Our cars have access decals stuck to their windows, the better to access all the amenities. Unlike the majority of residents, as yet we do not have a golf cart but it will arrive. One day. Probably used. Possibly upgraded with chrome wheels, a loud stereo and a paint job no one could miss. Then again, maybe not – can you get around as easily on a Slingshot? There are so many being driven around here that it’s hard to miss them.

The most obvious gathering place for the golf carts is early weekend evening when concerts are provided. The choice of music may be all gulf, country, key-west influenced, but age appropriate for the community. Just before we arrived, there was a concert featuring Mac McAnally together with members of the Coral Reefers – Jimmy Buffett’s backup band. Jimmy has passed away, but from the numerous tee shirts and parrot paraphernalia, it’s not like this community will ever forget the son of a son of a sailor any time soon.

It is never too late to carve out a favorite place for dinner. It’s not a nightly occurrence, mind you, but when we do head across to the Latitude Bar and Grill, we head upstairs to the open-air veranda where we sit almost at the same table every time where we can look across at the Intracoastal Waterway. To think, in an upcoming phase, the facility will welcome a marina and boaters paradise.

Yet again, we are reminded to not paddleboard in the waterway, kayaks at a minimum, if you must. One word; alligators. As yet we haven’t seen any of these reptiles but, so we are told, we will likely encounter one at some point.

That is, unless the sharks have eaten them. Around these parts they talk of the big three - alligators, sharks and bears. Yes, black bears are present in the woods and we have come across numerous warning signs informing us that they are here. Somewhere. 

In the weeks before we left our Florida rental villa for our Colorado condo, the temperatures began to drop and the sun began to set a little to the north of the river and the twilight hour as we sipped a cocktail proved magical. The presence of Florida’s famous bugs was minimal, not intruding onto the verandah. Nice; pleasantly breezy with just a hint of humidity.   

Living in the Florida panhandle is all about the beach lifestyle. We happen to be a few miles from the beach but in our time there, we made it to the beach almost every other day. For anyone homesick for the coastal regions of Australia, it’s a far cry from what we may remember. Yet, it’s hard to ignore the upside of being alongside such a monstrous body of water that runs around 80+F degrees during the summer months. There’s a reason why this area is called the Emerald Coast as the waters are a brilliant green tinged with just a hint of aqua. To me, it’s more Mediterranean than Phillip Bay or Botany Bay and yet, its mere presence is enough to remind us that these are tropical waters where rum and pirates ruled the seas.

When we aren’t eating dinner in Margaritaville’s Latitude Bar and Chill, we are enjoying a leisurely lunch at Runaway Island. This is a rambling ocean front eatery that serves passable seafood and where the margaritas are chilled just right. The long stretch of sand seems always crowded even if the patrol flags always urge caution.

As yet we haven’t seen any green flags flying but we have seen double red flags straining the ropes that keep them earthbound. We were still witnessing some pretty violent afternoon thunderstorms but towards the end of this last trip, they became less frequent. We consider ourselves lucky to have returned to Colorado when we did as the backend of the latest hurricane dumped enormous volume of water along the coast where numerous flood watches were announced.

Whether it was a premonition on our part or not, you may recall the main floor deck of our Windsor home had a Margaritaville surfboard, complete with a shark bite removing a piece of the board, hanging on the wall behind our grill. Since arriving in LMWS, we have noticed many homes adorned with the same decoration.

Even the model homes we toured had this board hanging somewhere on the deck. We are not sure where to find ours in our storage facility but you can count on us looking for it and bringing it with us to LMWS at some point.

The memorabilia like this you find on almost every home in the community. Some reference to a Jimmy Buffett song or tale. All things considered he was a story teller gifted with an ability to craft a song from the simplest of experiences.

Who would have thought of writing a song, “What if the Hokey Pokey is All it Really is About” after seeing this on a car’s bumper sticker. Or catching a glimpse of a line written on a bathroom stall that led to him writing “I had the Last Mango in Paris.” Pure genius by my book. 

Our plan is to split time between Florida and Colorado. Having arrived back at the condo, it seems that our home is now a long way away. But the pull of family and the opportunity to spend time with grandkids proved to hard to ignore. 

If circumstances were different, we would still be enjoying life in our former Windsor, Colorado, home. However, it’s not healthy dwelling too long on the past. Forget Windsor, what about our plans to grow old in our Niwot, Colorado, home that we loved so dearly. Well, we did the growing old part… Again, the past is in the past and it’s behind us and we threw away our rear view mirror a long time ago.

Margo has relished her time with daughter Anna and her husband Erich and their children. It’s been a time to reconnect for Margo and she has enjoyed every moment spent with the family. The twins are developing well; as you would expect with pre-teenager boys, Evan and Aiden, they can be a handful. As for granddaughter Ella, she is maturing fast and continues to be absorbed with books and with all things robotic and mechanical. She is a solid STEM candidate if ever I have seen one.

Ella mastered robotics with her group’s attack vehicles constructed for a highly competitive game. And from simple instructions, she built a working seven-star Ferris wheel. Such a Ferris wheel was doomed from the outset when built in Melbourne, Australia, having passed it earlier this year and seeing it being steadily eaten by rust. But no such misfortune for Ella as she spun the wheel.

Margo is already excited about our Colorado family, all 5 of them, coming to Florida to spend Thanksgiving with us. So am I, and both of us will be doing some very serious research of places to have fun with kids in the lead up to their arrival for the holidays.

As for the last topic of this post it would be remiss of me not to mention in passing the recent exploits of Brian and Jan Kenny’s own grandson, Colton Herta. In case you missed reading about it, he finished the last race of the series in first place, which was held on an oval track in Nashville, Tennessee.

He was able to put enough distance between himself and his competitors to finish the season in second place outright. There was no way to finish the series on top as the leader had accumulated too many points to be under threat from Colton and yet, in the end it was a lot closer than many of us thought possible.

Perhaps the biggest outcome of the weekend just past was how Colton won on an oval circuit for the very first time and in his acceptance speech, this was an accomplishment he was only too happy to promote. In the short time he has been a pro Indy Car driver, he has won on road courses, street courses and now ovals.

This augurs well for 2025 where, eliminating just a handful of mistakes, might carry him into a series win for the first time. Well done, Colton. Congratulations to the Kenny’s and Herta’s families.
Clearly there have been a couple of misses along with the hits but as the table below demonstrates, in the years he has campaigned for a full season, he has never finished worse than tenth:

I have never let my career define me. Likewise, I have never let my enthusiasm for sporting events define me either. In the same vein, I have never been locked into one location. While I enjoy family times together, they, too, don’t define me. Family, career, residences, sports not only don’t define me just as I am not defined by the results they produce. It’s a hard call as yes, what defines me is what I practice. In that regard I have become quite content to be a simple storyteller.

In time I may lose out to AI and products like ChatGPT but until the creative side of AI undergoes a material acceleration in awareness, I think I am safe for another decade or so. While I am never tempted to say that this or that is the end, I realize that what I do may be on the wrong side of history and of scientific accomplishments. I realize that it may all go up in smoke. Then again, watching young Colton generate as much smoke as he did after crossing the finish line, all that is smoke today may fall away bringing into view an even brighter future. And now, in a few short weeks, we return behind the wheel of our own car to begin the long drive home.  


 


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