from The Enthusiast Newsletter
by local John Scott
There is no question that one of the cardinal points of successful living is paying attention to the details of any undertaking; and no better lesson can be offered in the art and science of paying attention to those pesky little details than the story of our perfect evening on Keewaydin Island that unfortunately extended late into the night.
We anchored in a little over two feet of water just a short distance from the beach. Keewaydin Island is a little used paradise that can only be reached by water. It is situated south of Gordon Pass in Naples and extends to Hurricane Pass which is just north of Marco Island.
It was one of those perfect early winter southwest Florida evenings that people travel from the world over to experience.
The air was warm with only the whisper of a light sea breeze, the Gulf of Mexico nearly calm. Sugar white sand was slowly transforming, to a rich gold, then to deep amber. Looking in every direction, not a boat or another living soul could be seen.
We did what we had done many times in the past. We enjoyed a picnic supper on the boat, took a long walk on the beach, gathered a few shells, and popped the cork on a good Chardonnay. Toasts were offered to the season, to the great outdoors, to the Calusa Indians, to truth, to justice and finally to the American way. We kissed as the sun dipped toward the horizon.
What we didn’t do… was to check the tide!