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Sea Beans

After topical storm Issac, massive amounts of sand had been moved down the beach and these Lucky Beans & Hamburger Beans from the Bahamas landed on the beach.

Satellite Beach Reef Environment Debate

There are 31 acres of reef stretching from Patrick AFB south to Inidalantic.  This reef is made of coquina and worm rock and it creates the structure for some of the most consistent surf breaks on the central Florida coast.  Surf spots like RC’s, pet den, Mark Realty and a dozen or so others all benefit from this reef system.

A Portion of The Reef

More importantly, the reef is home to a keystone species, the Sabellarid worm.  This worm is key to creation of the reef environment.  By building the rock from sand, it helps to create a reef that provides shelter and food for dozens of species of juvenile fish, sea turtles, adult fish, crustaceans and supports turtle grass.  This is not a coral reef but it is equally important to the environment and our local economy.  It supports recreational & commercial fishing as well as tourism.

Worm Rock

The city and the various stakeholders (beachfront condo owners who make up 30% of the tax base, environmental groups, The Sea Turtle Society and the Army Core of Engineers) are locked in a heated debate over spending $33 million of tax payers money to “truck in” sand to re-nourish the beach.  This action would provide an improved buffer from storms for beachfront condo owners (by way of disclosure, I am one these but I am also an environmentalist) but it would put the reef at risk. How many years this conflict will drag on and its resolution is anyone’s guess.  I’m for the reef and its inhabitants and I’m reminded of these words:

“Like winds and sunsets, wild things were taken for granted until progress began to do away with them. Now we face the question whether a still higher ‘standard of living’ is worth its cost in things natural, wild, and free.

… We of the minority see a law of diminishing returns in progress; our opponents do not.”

— Aldo Leopold - A Sand County Almanac

Patrick Madden Shaping

From my deck after the storm moved off shore…

From my deck after the storm moved off shore…

After the Storm, Surf and Dinner

We had 10 inches of sideways rain directly from the East for three days straight.  After it broke, the surf was incredible and I wore myself out for the next three days.  Then, the Atlantic went flat and the bait fish were running.  I grabbed my pole and managed to catch a couple of days worth of dinner.  The striped fish, Sheepshead, is one of the best tasting fish due to its shellfish diet.


On the Passing of Charles Robbins

Charlie was a neighbor and friend.  I will miss him and his stories of Florida before and then during WWII.  His unique voice left this earth last night just after 8:00 PM.

The stories were a rich oral history of life in Florida during the early 1900’s.  I, personally, will miss his tales of working a neighbor’s farm as a field hand for 10 cents an hour.  And, later, receiving a raise to 15 cents an hour when this same neighbor got a job in Tampa for 50 cents an hour.  Shortly after this period, Charlie got a job working for the railroad and met his wife  Myrna.

Charlie was a good man and will be sorely missed by his family and friends.  The photo below is of Charles and Myrna on the deck at Sea Villa watching a full moon rise.

'Entrust the matter to God's good care, Sancho,' said Don Quixote, 'for everything will turn out well, better perhaps than you think: not a leaf stirs on a tree unless God wills it to.'
Don Quixote - Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra
Surf Fishing During The Full Moon

After straight line winds of 70 miles an hour blew over the patio furniture, the evening cleared and the water calmed.  I thought that I might have some luck surf fishing.  I cast my bait beyond the first section of coquina stone reef that creates small waves where fish hide.  I landed a 10” Croaker.  A good pan fish that became dinner.

While good, I hoped to catch something like the 17 ” Red Drum (Redfish) that I caught last week.

The evening’s fishing proved as disappointing as its auguries. We asked the stream for trout, and it gave us a chub. That night we sat under a mosquito smudge and debated the morrow’s plan. Two hundred miles of hot, dusty road we had come, to feel again the impetuous tug of a disillusioned brook or rainbow. There were no trout.
Aldo Leopold - A Sand County Almanac