It was odd to realize that with a temperature  of 85 degrees F and a breeze, I felt like “fall” had begun in Northwest Florida. My husband and I decided to take advantage of the “cooler”weather and embark on an afternoon boat ride from East Bay up the Yellow River.

The marsh grasses had already turned from green to brown, creating the ruffled shoreline beneath tall pine trees. In some areas wooden docks and boardwalks provided the only evidence of nearby human habitation; in others, multi-colored, bay-front homes enjoyed short walks to the water. Here and there, spits of pale sand became playgrounds for families and dogs, or hunting areas for Great Blue Herons.

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