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Running Waves from the Atlantic to the Gulf

Today was take a short walk then spend most of the time trying to relax in my room because goddamn it I'm so suburned day.

Yesterday was Jetski around Key West day.   Lets talk about yesterday.

When I was at the Wendy's in Key West (yes, this was a new Wendy's), I saw they had a bunch of brochures about activities around the island.   Now, I'm not a beach guy by any stretch but I do love me the ocean, so the idea of Jetskiing mixed with a 2 hour tour jumped out at me.  I ended up talking to the concierge at my hotel and she talked me into it (though she didn't really need too).  By noon the next day I was on a private beach on the Atlantic side with about 7 other lifejacketed souls ready to take to the water.

We all got out there and the tour guide/safety guy (who was from Niagara-On-The-Lake of all places) told us it was 'pretty calm' so it should be a good day.  We all needed to stay single file just in case there was any traffic coming through(!) but otherwise we should meet up where he stopped.   Apparently he, being a consummate jetski guy, and I being a dude not so familiar, have a different idea about what 'pretty calm' means.   Oh there weren't any white caps or anything, but maintaining speed with him, did seem to require more time flying through the air than skiing along the water.

That was the Atlantic side.   Once we got into the Gulf side it couldn't be any more different.  The water was like glass in comparison, absolutely smooth and a ton of fun to ride in.  You could really carve it up.  It was a heck of a ride.   I wish I had pictures.  I mean I do, they're just stuck in the waterproof camera I bought (stupid actualy film that needs to be developed!).  Oh well.  I'll have to save those for a later post.

Where was I going to next?  That's the business end of what I wanted to do in Key West.  Going out west seemed like the most logical option but the more I thought about it, the less appealing it seemed.   I've already been to LA and San Fran and Vancouver so they were unnecessary stop points.   The only real thing pointing me out there was Vegas, and honestly, there are trips to Vegas from everywhere for cheap every day.   So no West Coast on this round.   I would be hitting two main stops on my way back though.   Heading to Memphis for a couple of days,  and then to Chicago for a couple more, via stopoffs in Orlando and Atlanta.

Hang with me, I'm gettin' there.


  1. did you ever hit miami? I hear they make a mean hog sandwich...

  2. Nah, not really interested in Miami tbh.


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