A few months ago my wife received a call for a new job offer. We are both New York based, and this new position was located in South Florida, near Miami. It was something that we couldn't say no to, so fuck it, we dove in.
After 8 years in Manhattan and 6 in Brooklyn, the South Florida region is quite the shift. Everything requires a car, the beach is right there, and I'm pretty sure that I can shoot a man just for looking at me funny.
Well, last weekend a few of her co-workers invited us out to a sand bar, something this Yankee boy knows shit about. So we pull up to the middle of the ocean, wherever that is, and hop out into 4 ft of lovely, warm water. We're crackin' beers and petting Manta Rays, the entire thing was friggin idealic.
...And then the sun set. OMG.
Time to head back, the sun is setting:
Had to pee, had to dive in:
Holy Moly look at those colors!!!!
Houses on Stilts, or, F your rising water!
Speeding back Miami way: