Being Inside > Being Outside
Claire agrees with her mama.
My idea of A Good Time usually doesn’t equate spending time outside. I may seem to enjoy the time and weather in the out of doors, but unless the temperature is a steady 60-72º, breezy, sunshiney, bug-free, under 40% humidity, and there’s a place for me to sit, I’d rather be inside.
Being inside means controlled temperature, regulated humidity, and readily available seating. How can that not be better than the out of doors?
Luckily for Florida nature, this weekend met all of my requirements for an outdoorsy adventure, and the Lynchipoos ventured out into the wilderness.
Wilderness = Well-Maintained State Parks
If the description of the destination includes “rustic” or “back-to-nature” or “living off the land,” you can count me out. The possibility of sand getting in my shoes better mean we’re at the beach, and I’m in flippy floppies.
My favorite place is the beach in Seaside, but that’s only during certain times of the year when I can sit at a bar with no stray sand stuck to my feet.
I have grand ideas of visiting the great outdoors of the Great State of Florida, but the reality is hardly the actuality of me doing that.
I’m a delicate flower with special temperature-regulated needs.
The Perfect Storm of Outdoorsiness
January weather in Florida is pretty much perfection. If you’re reading this from your snow bunker, sorry sucka. You can brag when it’s July, where here in Central Florida, it’s 99º in the shade, 99% humidity, and my armpits are permanently moist.
For now, I’m bragging.
I’m bragging about the jeans and short sleeve weather, the breezes, the clear blue sky, the no snow, the low humidity.
And please excuse me while I brag about the natural springs 60 minutes from my house where the manatees take refuge from the colder inlet waters of the Atlantic Ocean bays.
Mama manatee and her baby (and another baby?)
Manatees huddled across under the canopy. Can you see them?
Taking a breath. You can hear them when they breathe. It's kind of amazing.
Swimming surprisingly fast into the spring.
I think the manatees were flirting with me, trying to make me an outdoorsy girl.
They almost succeeded.
If you’re bored or if your name is Lerner, visit my Flickr set with all of the photos I took at Blue Springs State Park. They’re kind of Awesome.
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I’m a sucker for manatees. I’ve taken their side since middle school – something about that whole “sea cow” thing and being the fat kid in school. My heart belongs to them.
Also? Your girls rock.
They don’t mind when you call them big, fat sea cows. I asked.
We might need to check that out. A hell of a drive, but considering I got all outdoorsy this weekend too I might be able to handle it. We went to our nature center here and saw sea turtle hatchlings. I’m fine with outdoors unless sweating or mosquitoes are involved.
Ohhhhh I wanna see the sea turtles! But don’t they hatch in the early morning? Like, you have to get up before dawn? No thanks. I’ll just trust that those little turtles make it to the ocean on their own.
According to Mr. Google, this is only 33.4 miles from my house. I’m ashamed that we haven’t made it over there yet. I’m thinking this is MUST this weekend.
An Awesome post on Jess´s blog … #5
I’ve lived 50 miles away from there for 15 years, and this was my first trip. I should be ashamed.
I”m not sure which is better: Claire’s expression, or the line “I’m a delicate flower with special temperature-regulated needs.”
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