The Captain's Table Lodge & Villas
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... It is a sophisticated social club - with a full bar, comfortable sitting areas, and on the lower level, a free laundry room and a spa room with massage services available by appointment.
Bill and Diane drove over to meet us for dinner, and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves!
... It was a restaurant that actually had waitresses that served us (vs order then self-serve). We had a good dinner and I had my stone crab claw fix again. This is the stone crab country and I really want to have as much as I can. Love it!
After dinner, we came back to the cottage and played some games before packing. Tomorrow we will leave here and head towards Homestead, another town on the edge of the Everglades before ...
... so Ira had to drive back to Fort Meyers then continued towards the Everglades. I did not sleep much last night so I fell asleep. When I woke up, the rain was pouring down and the sky turned all gray. The *************tinued for quite a while. Luckily by the time we arrived at the Everglades City after 6pm, the rain stopped. We drove directly to the Ivey House, the hotel we booked. It’s a place Ira and Fran stayed 5 years ago. Supposedly it’s the best ...
... between a normal sporting event and a national anthem but it was an interesting situation to observe.
Second stop: Key West
Heading to the most-southern point of the United States' mainland was on our agenda and so we rented a car to drive along the seemingly never-ending stretch of roads and bridges that were surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean on the one side and the Gulf of Mexico on the other. ...
... unique of which was a fox squirrel. Named for its fox-like tail, this is a charismatic mammal approximately twice the size of the common gray squirrel. He was a bold little guy running down the dirt road towards the truck.
Growing up, most Sundays concluded with a family meal. We always ate at the dining room table. Whether it was my Mom’s dreadful Chicken Cacciatore or my Step Moms reliable Spaghetti, we talked. We discussed the day and prepared for ...