A long time ago, in a land far away, Mrs. Inquiring Iguana and II stayed at Caneel Bay Resort.
The main beach was heaven. The sand ws white, the sun caressed the beach late into the afternoon, and my favorite place on earth soon became the raft out in the water. Nothin' like swimming out there, after a lunch of Bloody Marys, and falling asleep on its gritty surface. The fact an occasional turtle would pop its head above the water as you paddle out was just a bonus.
In the middle of last week, Mrs. II and II went to Caneel, had lunch (now the home of the $47 hamburger), and set up shop on the beach.
"What's different," I inquired of her. "Dunno," she said.
"I do. There's No raft."
Guess what, sports fans? The raft is back!!! Looks like it got some fresh paint, and it's on the job. Hoo-ray!