Here we sit on a mooring ball at Fort Myers Beach. Weather is finally warming up. But this area doesn't speak to us. Tacky tinsle town, honky tonk wanna-be fancy-schmancy jet set place...Remember the lyric, "Sign, sign everywhere a sign"? Well, welcome to Florida....EVEYTHING is forbidden...no dogs on beaches, no roller blading, no shirts/no shoes/no service, 48-hour anchoring limits, criminal offense if you anchor more than 72 hours, no wakes, no, no, no...Frankly, we miss the Bahamas Attitude. Tired of this Pseudo Jimmy Buffett attitude, thank you very much...Everyone ACTS cool & laid back, but it is the opposite! We're eager to get this "leash" off our necks & move on. But we vowed to "see" the gulf coast. So, Saturday we may move on & north to some noted anchorages. Christmas? Well, we "plan" to have some yummy delights to devour & quaff copious quantities of something alcoholic, but we don't know where we'll be. As long as we're together. That's what matters. Perhaps we'll connect with some friends up north along the gulf coast. That would be wonderful. That would be memorable. But our family will be forever on our minds.