During the summer months of my childhood, we were always on the shores of the Gulf of Mexico, soaking up the sun, swimming, fishing or just enjoying the freedom of summer. As the seasons changed, we traded the beach for the rugged beauty of Taylor and Wakulla Counties, where campfires enhanced the scent of cool, crisp mornings. Our parents were big on outdoor adventures, instilling in us a love for nature and the beauty of creation.
Growing up, our home was filled with an eclectic mix of pets, from the usual suspects like cats, dogs, parakeets and aquariums, to the more unusual companions such as rescued squirrels, goats, rabbits and a favored skunk. One of my favorite summer traditions was when my dad would bring home a turtle he found on the road. I would take care of it until summer's end. Then, we would release it back to where it was found. The turtle adventure was a ritual for Dad and me.