Out Island Adventure Stories Anyone?

For those of you who don't know me, or haven't been fully informed, I am a boyscout. And one of the many advantages to that is that I get alot of travelling done. And with many travels come many stories. And I LOVE telling stories! (Ergo, I made a blog). So gather round, kiddos! Uncle Collin's got a little tale for y'all!

MUNSON from a birds eye

            It was a long time ago... Longer now than it seems, in a place that perhaps you have seen in your dreams... No JK, (Oh BTDubs, say the movie that quote is from and I'll write you a poem.) Anyways, I want to tell you about my time on "Big MUNSON Island"*. What inspired this story was a musical I saw tonight called "South Pacific" and the whole island thing got me reminiscing. So, when you think of a tropical island in the Florida Keys in the middle of summer, what do you see? Perhaps some have the hollywood inspired idea of a lush forest with a perfectly sandy beach and palm trees and coconuts. Some may have gone to a tropical resort, and think of 5 star hotels, celebraties, and relaxation. I assure you it was a mixture of those things... and other curious characteristics.
           On my time on "Big MUNSON island" I was thinking of a 5 star hotel with relaxation and celebraties. In fact I was think of the very same one on "small MUNSON island" just a few yards from its bigger brother. The one that was off limits. Also, there were lush forest, beaches, and exotic wildlife... However I didn't get to enjoy it much while I was swiping at mosquitoes*, sludging through decaying sargassum*, and avoiding the wildlife that would of had great pleasure in ripping the skin off my dead corpse. Did I mention the Mosquitoes*?
            My point is that islands you see on movies, and while at resorts, are not real islands. You want a real island, give "Big MUNSON" a ring. Now, don't get me wrong, it was a very fun and exciting trip, and I assure you this is not the end of me rambling about it. There is just too much to tell in one blog. So, until next time... uh... bye....


"Big MUNSON island"- an island about 15 miles off the coast of Florida I think. I add so much emphasis to the name because there's a running gad that anytime someone say it they have to shout it as loud as possible.
Mosquitoes- Why are you looking at this footnote? Do you not know what the spawn of Satan is? I tell you if there's anything in this world I HATE, it is those little demons.
Sargassum- a collection of sea weed and other aquatic plants, trash from literally everywhere, and dead aquatic animals. Whatever was happening chemically made the water almost scalding hot, plus it smelled like poop. Here's                   a picture of it ➡