So the Lady Marius and I celebrated our final day of being child-free by visiting Fort DeSoto in Saint Petersburg. It dates back to the Spanish American War, but the Florida climate is rather harsh on wooden buildings, so only the concrete munitions bunkers, and the big guns are still there. So we wandered around the grounds, then found our way to the beach. The intention was to watch the Sun set over the Gulf of Mexico, but the weather did not cooperate. So we watched the sea birds, played around on the pier, and just had a good time. So here are some snaps of our day. I hope you like them.
This is the sign at the entrance to the fort.
Mrs. Marius thought this was a good place to keep me. ;-)
The big gun.
Oi! I think I've found what's blocking the barrel. Try it now!
Don't mess with Mrs. Marius.
This feller was taking advantage of the coolness inside the former powder storage bunker.
Behold the Tropical beauty of Saint Petersburg.
What a dashing couple of rogues.
The horribly ancient non-Euclidean protuberance of ancient R'lyeh makes a comfy perch.
Fred Garvin goes to the beach.