Shell Seekers

On the balmy Gulf Coast islands of Sanibel and Captiva, beachcombers are rarely disappointed.

Florida

February 02, 2003|By Susan Spano | Susan Spano,SPECIAL TO THE SUN

Seen on the beach here in Sanibel Island: Florida fighting conchs, sand dollars, tapering lightning whelks, calico scallops, spiky murexes, kitten's paws -- all abundant and free for the taking, assuming the little critters these shells once housed have moved on.

Shells may be hard to find on other beaches, but they wash ashore in piles on Sanibel and Captiva, two slender barrier islands connected by a bridge off the west coast of Florida.

The beaches of these islets, which rank third after Australia's Great Barrier Reef and the Philippines among great shelling places of the world, catch treasures from the Gulf of Mexico like a colander cradles spaghetti. That, in a clamshell, is why I went to Florida recently.

Easterners, Midwesterners and even Europeans have long escaped winter here, basking in the sunshine when it's cold and snowy back home. But I was surprised to find so much to like besides the weather and shells.

Sanibel is 12 miles long and up to three miles wide; to its northwest, Captiva is five miles long and never more than half a mile wide. Together they boast 16 miles of beach lapped by Gulf of Mexico waters and bayside coasts fringed in mangrove trees, with their exposed roots and bushy foliage. Especially on Sanibel, the local government and residents have worked hard to curb development. High-rises and fast-food outlets with drive-through windows are banned.

Nature reigns here. Large tracts are given over to preserves, including the 6,400-acre J.N. "Ding" Darling National Wildlife Refuge, home of alligators, manatees, dolphins and great flocks of tropical birds.

The colors of the islands are baby pink and blue. The weather is generally balmy, so a tan is all but assured. Miles of paved bike paths make it fun and easy to get around. Sunrises and sunsets are visceral joys.

The islands, reached in about 30 minutes from Fort Myers by the three-mile Sanibel Cause-way, are so narrow that each has only one major road. Traffic can be heavy, especially in peak season (January, February, March), so many visitors get around by boat or bike.

Steamy heat and the thick, rich smell of the sea settled over me as I drove across the causeway toward South Seas Resort on the north tip of Captiva. Feeling like a slowly melting ice cube, I checked in and got a map of the 330-acre luxury resort. It has more than a mile of gulf-front beach, a golf course, marina, shopping plaza, swimming pools, tennis courts and restaurants, all so spread out that you have to take a motorized trolley to get around.

Concrete block condos and a hotel cluster at the north and south ends of the resort; big white beach homes, available for rent, are strung out along the road between. I stayed in a bayside condo with an abundance of amenities: a big- screen TV in the master bedroom, a coffee maker and microwave in the kitchen. The pale woods and wicker, bad seashore prints and colorful cushions worked hard to seem like decor, but they were a little too cheap and cheerful for my taste. That's Florida, though. High style isn't what you come for. Sea life is.

In the marina below my window, I saw my first manatee, or sea cow, an endangered species. It seemed at first just a huge, dark shadow in the water. Then its lovably, ugly snout appeared as it slurped flotsam at the surface. It was one of many encounters with captivating sea creatures.

If finding shells is what you like, morning low tide, before the crowds arrive, is the time for a constitutional. The beach at South Seas is a beauty, with easy waves, soft sand and warm water. I found lots of clams and scallops near the resort's north end, but nothing unusual. I picked up a heap, learning only later how to be more discriminating.

In the afternoon, I rode a rental bike 10 minutes south to the village of Captiva, which has several shops and restaurants, a pretty little seaside church and cemetery and just one general store. I lunched at the Bubble Room, a temple of Florida kitsch that's whimsically decorated with flea-market-like finds: big, stuffed Santas, toy trains, movie stills. The waiters and waitresses wear Scout uniforms, and mine also had stuffed devil horns on his head.

He delivered a heavenly sandwich of fried grouper swaddled in crisped-up pancake batter, and he tried to tempt patrons with such desserts as red velvet and double chocolate cake, in portions big enough to sink a dinghy.

Everywhere I ate on Sanibel and Captiva, I found huge servings and such comfort foods as chipped beef, cheese steak and chicken wings. Invariably, TVs were tuned to sports, and the bars were crowded and noisy.

There's something stuck-in-the-'70s and goofy about this state. A man I met at the Mucky Duck, one of Captiva's best sunset-view bars, said that Florida, with its faulty ballots and alligators in the back yard, has supplanted California as America's nutty fringe.

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