Reef Rovers
a
Beach Travel Club
May you always have a shell in your pocket and sand in your shoes.
General Membership Meetings
Hibiscus Recreation Center
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2024 Meetings/Drop Off
Second Wednesday of the month
No meeting/drop off June-August and November
January 10, - 6:00-7:00pm, Beach Trip registration drop off for February Trip. New member Orientation 7:00 pm.
February 14, - 6:00-7:00pm, March Beach Trip registration
March 13, 6:00 - 7:00pm, April Beach Trip registration
April 10, 6:00 - 7:00pm, May Beach Trip registration
May 8, 6:00 - 7:00pm, June Beach Trip registration
June, July, August - no drop off, mail in only
September 11, 6:00 - 7:00 pm, October Beach Trip registration and Membership renewal drop off
October 9, 6:00 - 7:00 pm, November Beach trip registration and New Member registration
November - no meeting
December 11 - Holiday Party
Drop off registration for Beach Trips from 6-7:00 pm for the following month, drop off in Jan. for Feb. trip, etc.
Hibiscus Recreation Center
1740 Bailey Tr.
The Villages, FL 32162
Hibiscus Recreation Center
is located next to
Cane Garden Restaurant and Country Club
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Sea Fever
by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow - Reef Rover*,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
* The word "Reef" was added.
by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow - Reef Rover*,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
* The word "Reef" was added.