“Captain Brian Holaway is well versed in the intricacies of our unmatched locale. He can guide to and through a multitude of out-of-the way tidal creeks, bayous, keys and islands. More important is his passionate interest and respect for the region. With unique insights from his many explorations and his studies, not only does he identify the birds and wildlife that inhabit our semi-tropical watery land, but he explains their interconnectedness to their environment and each other. In addition, he shares the fascinating history of rugged people who came long before us: Florida Native Indians, the Calusa, the Spanish, the Cubans, early homesteaders, and the wisdom evident in the growth of their culture.

You will come away with great enjoyment and a new understanding of this beautiful place and its history.”

Historian, Betty Anholt
Author of Sanibel’s Story

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Tropicial Storm Debby






I am just getting back to normal after TS Debby. Let me tell you it was a real humdinger of a storm. The storm sat in one place for what seemed like years. I felt bad for Lori and her family who were here the whole week and I could not get them out on the water. The water was extremely high and rough for days. I was off the water for 7 long days.  My first day back on the water felt so good. The sunrise was amazing and my old friend the Frigate bird gave me a fly by on my way to Cayo. The beach has changed a lot from the storm. I am still getting used to how the driftwood looks. It feels like I am in a foreign land, with only one tree to let me know that I am not in a foreign land. I haven't taken any photos of this spot yet. Honestly, I haven't wanted to. I still need to get a grip on the new landscape. The shells have been excellent! I am seeing shells I haven't seen for a while. Cool finds for me after the storm were a large zig zag scallop (flat shell), nutmegs, worms, a little horse conch, banded tulips, a key hole limpet and a unique piece of coral. The beauty of the islands is that they are always changing, right in front of our eyes. Weather you see it or not is another story.