This game looked simple enough. Throw a dart, pop a balloon, and win a prize.
Yay! I won a stuffed banana!
Oh man, look at those gigantic bananas! I wasn't allowed to spend the cash to win those babies.
Hi, my name is BIG MONKEY. I live in Crystal Beach, Florida with my human, cat, and sock monkey families. Laura and Mark are the humans, and Karl and Megan are the cats. The sock monkeys are too numerous to mention, but you will see them featured below. My hometown is Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania where I was made by Mark's grandma. I am a big Steelers fan and Penn State fan (Laura's and Mark's alma mater).
This game looked simple enough. Throw a dart, pop a balloon, and win a prize.
Yay! I won a stuffed banana!
Oh man, look at those gigantic bananas! I wasn't allowed to spend the cash to win those babies.
This looked like a beary cool ride.
I was a little disappointed when I couldn't pop a wheelie on the carousel "hog."
I felt the need... the need for speed. Next I test drove some Nascars. First up was the M & M car. Too bad there weren't any candies stashed in the glove box.
I got all jacked up on Mountain Dew and practiced my burnouts on the track. Meanwhile, there was a different kind of burnout happening up the street.
It's all fun and games at the carnival until someone sets a port-o-potty on fire.
I apologize for the awkward transition, but lunchtime was approaching. I evaluated my numerous options, starting with the Candy Factory.
I wasn't so sure about the elephant ears. There's something just plain wrong about eating another animal's ears.
The winner was... PIZZA! I'll take a whole pie, please!
The gang and I posed for this photo beneath the giant flagpole at the park's entrance.
We are definitely looking forward to an enhanced experience with some native fauna, but I can't promise that our park use will be passive.
The park's feature attraction is the spring. Swimming is not permitted, so we had to settle for viewing only.
Everyone wave to Laura!
I let Miles take my hog for a spin next. Being a natural athlete, Miles sped around the entire park at record pace and hardly broke a sweat. I think he might be the next Lance Sockstrong.
Miss Mollie watched with great interest and yearning as we left a trail of burned rubber around the park. After waiting patiently, Mollie finally got her turn to take this hog for a sweet ride.
Not surprisingly, our escapades attracted the attention of other park visitors. Our new friend Rick requested a group photo. He even asked me for my autograph, since I'm a weather watcher for our local NBC station.
After completing the Tour de Wall Springs via my hog, the three of us took a breather on a small pier to enjoy a view of the water. My "mini me" Little Big Monkey is sitting on my lap.
"Look! It's a pair of sock monkey salt and pepper shakers. They will be a great addition to my kitchen, ladies. Thanks a bunch!" Miss Mollie exclaimed.
Besides the shakers, Miss Mollie found a Magic 8 Ball inside of her gift bag.
She decided to ask the Magic 8 Ball a question. "Will Miles and I be happy forever?", Mollie questioned. The Magic 8 Ball's response was short and sweet - Looks Good!
After the gifts, it was time to enjoy some cake and ice cream. Sockette watched longingly as Miss Mollie was about to take her first bite. The girls had a lovely afternoon together. We boys were hoping for some leftover cake, but no such luck.
We felt very welcome upon entering the park...
...until we saw this sign.
Then we made a beeline to the rattlesnake's primary hunting grounds - the nature trail.
After a rattlesnake-free hike, we took a break in the picnic area.
It was time to head for our primary destination on Honeymoon Island - the beach, of course!
Miles came up with the brilliant idea to make sand angels!
Miss Mollie plopped down beside him and made her own.
I followed in suit. If only I had brought every sock monkey in the house, we could have made a trail of sand angels from one tip of the island to the other!
Miles and Miss Mollie found a bench of their own.
They were searching for dolphins and sharks, but didn't spot any.
I worked on my blazing tan while stretching out on this new red towel. (Thanks Mark!)
Miles collected some shells to bring home as souvenirs for the Lucky Ones back in Oregon.
Miles snapped a photo of an egret wading in the water. I thought he did a nice job of catching the reflections of the trees on the lagoon.
The actual beachfront itself was a completely different story. There must have been a high surf advisory because the waves were huge. We got as close to the water as possible via the best way a monkey knows how - climbing trees!
Laura was a bit worried about me falling in and being swept out to sea. She wasn't in the mood to play lifeguard again. I told her to chill out because I'm an agile monkey who knows what he's doing.
Miles hung out in a nearby tree. He said he'd prefer to hang ten on a surfboard. If only they made one in our size!
After swinging from trees on the beach, we transitioned to a more laid back form of swinging. My pals enjoyed a spectacular view of calmer waters with tropical breezes gently swaying our swing. In case you're wondering what happened to me, those gentle breezes knocked me on my red heeled bum (see lower right section of swing's seat).
Our engaged couple, Miles and Miss Mollie, spent some quiet time together while I kept the beach boys occupied.
Miles thought, "Now I know why they call this place Honeymoon Island. It's a true paradise, and a great way to begin a new life together."
There's nothing better than a day at the beach spent relaxing and having fun with friends. I hope you enjoyed our adventure!