A nice place to visit, but...

My daughter Leslie and I took a hike yesterday on an island at the mouth of Tampa Bay.

It was a beautiful day, temperatures in the high 60s and not a cloud in the sky.

Leslie had taken a few days off from her job in Atlanta to join my wife and me in Florida. We had already done all the touristy things -- walked the beach, wasted a few dollars in the tacky shops, and eaten our fill of shrimp.

It was Leslie’s last day here and being a Montana girl she suggested the hike. I’d walked the same trails with both of my daughters when they were young and we were down here visiting my parents. M...