I'm headed down too. No mission, just relaxing. Got back late yesterday morning and just slept. Exausted, sunburned, broke, serrated by turtle shells, lacerated by barnacles, blasted by black lava sand, bruised by totally gross abalone shells, folded and compressed into ever-smaller airline seats, I gotta get back to some restful beauty after all the lava rocky black and dead coral beige beaches of Kona. If I never see another hawksbill turtle it will be too soon. Hawaii hasn't got anything on the white quartz sand beaches of the panhandle. It was awfully hard work, but fun I guess, but there's just nowhere like the florida panhandle anywhere in the whole world. If you see me, do not disturb for at least 24 hours, just move my beach umbrella to cover the worst of the sunburn. Thanks to you all, especially kurt and smilin joe, for keeping me updated on my special places while I was trapped over there without even the weather channel available, and hope you all didn't lose much of value that cannot be replaced.