So, what do the tough do when the going gets tough? They go shopping...and to lunch.
Caryl and I first stopped at a dollar store in Islamorada where everything...everything...costs a dollar or less. I got a pair of rubber-coated-palm gloves for fish-handling for one buck.
Then we stopped at World Wide Sportsman [shouldn't "World Wide" be hyphenated?] Caryl got a hat and I found a long-sleeved fishing shirt that has a square bottom with side vents so it can be worn outside the belt unlike most fishing shirts which have shirt tails and make you look like a slob if you wear them otb. It'll serve for going out to dinner when it's coolish, and it will likely never go fishing...unless I slop something that won't come out down the front of the shirt...which has a modest degree of probability.
Cool place. It's under a tiki roof and has isinglass windows they can roll right down, in case there's a change in the weather [just like the surrey with the fringe on top].
We had conch chowder that was pretty good...there was actually some conch in there unlike in some restaurants where they just wave the conch over the top of the pot; grilled/blackened mahi, very good; slaw, and potato salad; but, no Key Lime Pie today.
I think the restaurant strategically places the dining tables so they are not directly under a rafter...if you get my drift.
None of the boats were out today...guess the guides agreed with Wayne and me re the weather outlook.