I managed to track down a SCUBA shack relatively nearby, but they were closed today and don’t offer booking info online. We’ll try again tomorrow.
Hopefully I’ll have healed by then. To explain why, point your Google Earth to 27º 47′ 3″ N 82º 47′ 2″ W (120m for a clear view). That’s where I’m staying. Now, turn it to 27º 48′ 44′ N 82º 49′ 7″ W. That’s the pier I walked to and from. Barefoot. At a powerwalk pace. My feet are in open rebellion, and although they have not deployed the nuclear option, blisters are rampant and progressing uncontested. (Fortunately, you use a completely different set of muscles underwater.)
On the uptick, I did spot several interesting birds on the walk, plus another pod of dolphins. In addition to the gulls and sandpipers that are virtually omnipresent here, I had a very close encounter with a great blue heron (nearly clipped me as it glided in; obviously it was rather acclimated. I’ve also noticed several great egrets slightly further inland that don’t mind humans either; is the entire genus like that?), and spotted a cormorant in the surf (I’ve never seen them in shallows before). There was also a type of raptor I couldn’t identify at the time; I suspected osprey but ruled that out since I didn’t think there were any in Florida and the head wasn’t dark enough. Turns out I was wrong, and there is a subspecies indiginous to the Caribbean region, and has a paler head to boot. In any case, the feathery bastard followed me on the return trip, bugging the hell out of me until I looked it up this evening.
…If you’ve noticed I’m dwelling on the wildlife here, you’re right. The rest of what I’ve seen of Florida so far this trip hasn’t been all that interesting, and as a kid I was fascinated by both dolphins and birds of prey. If you remember Edmonton’s original peregrine falcons (Arrow and Apollo, nesting on the then-AGT-tower), I was one of the winners of the contest to name their chicks in 1991 (the name I entered was Atlas). Part of the prize pack included a field guide to birds of prey, which I basically memorized. Bits of it stuck — especially those reinforced when I was volunteering at the Wainwright falcon breeding center — but by now, all that I remember has to have some external cue… such as that feathery bastard. (A similar story sits behind the dolphin obsession — I volunteered with the dolphin trainers at West Ed back when they had four.)
With any luck, something actually interesting will happen tomorrow. I know by Thursday I’ll have a chance to finally be alone and decompress; I’ll try to put up the first phil-of-science entry then.
One last note: We’ve set out a few plans for the second week. In addition to Cape Canaveral, Dad and I are going to hit up EPCOT (possibly for more SCUBA), then the Everglades, and hopefully heading all the way to Key West (by all accounts some of the best SCUBA in the state). The flipside is, during that time, I’ll probably have sporadic wifi at best.