This morning he was up bright and early and eager to get a start. Unfortunately for him, SPoT opens at noon during the week except during school vacations and, although it is our school vacation time, Florida operates on a different schedule.
So we took a side trip to the Manatee Viewing Center in Apollo Beach where we saw manatees. Or, should I say we saw PARTS of manatees. A flipper here, a tail there, an occasional snout or back cresting above the water...at no point was it possible to see a manatee in its entirety. But that's okay. We had a great time, enjoyed an hour or so in incredibly beautiful weather, and then turned back north to find our way to SPoT.
With five minutes to spare before they opened, we were here.
And precisely at noon, the magic door opened wide. After one signed waiver and a swipe of the credit card, Sk8terdude was skating and I was settled, not so happily, in the parent lounge - by which I mean at the picnic table:
Don't get me wrong, it's a perfectly lovely picnic table. It's in the shade. It's near a working outlet. It's conveniently located next to the vending machine. The free wifi is working. And from the table I have views of one part of the skatepark
and (looking outside) part of the giant half-pipe.
And now that they've turned down the music (at my request), I can almost hear myself think. Almost. But with that big garage door open to the outside, it's a little toasty in here - even with the giant fans that add to the cacophony...
It could be worse. It could be snowing.