Winter took it's best shot and won.
But instead of bowing our heads and giving in,
we packed up our bags and went elsewhere.
Take that, Mr. Winter.
Note: It's been years since Mary and I have gotten away together for more than a weekend on anything other than a family visit. You know, a real vacation. This was a trip with great friends and perfectly timed to escape winter's last blast; a week on the small Puerto Rican island of Culebra. Not a fishing excursion, although a fly rod somehow found its way into the duffle. Yes, I'm incorrigible. But if you're looking for fishing, you'll have to wait just a bit. The few posts that follow are simply travelogue. Hope you enjoy them just the same.