Pine Island lies just west of Cape Coral. In expanding to the exquisite fishing, talented artists, and old archaeological sites...there are also some utterly unique "Old Florida" experiences not to be missed. Chief among these is the Tarpon Lodge Sportsman Inn, Restaurant, and Bar located on the northwest coast of Pine Island in Pineland.
From Cape Coral, the ride to Pineland is scenic and relaxing. A straight shot down Pine Island Road takes me past thick native vegetation. Fishermen and artists bump shoulders with photographers and eco-tourists amidst the hallucinogenic colors of Matlacha. Then it's a quick and quiet jaunt straight through the stark alien scenery of the exiguous Pine Island wetland rehabilitation area.
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From the four-way stop sign at the center of Pine Island, I turn right onto Stringfellow road. Grand entrances to half-built subdivisions encroach on the scenic space, threatening the time to come of long enduring roadside vegetable vendors and the lush, desolate labyrinths of palm tree nurseries. The onward push for bigger, better, faster, more is visible, even here.
A fish-emblazoned sign at the angle of a side road points the way to the Tarpon Lodge. Magnificent shell mounds raise the ground on the right side of the road. Sparkling Pine Island Sound soon comes into view on the left. A short length ahead stands the stately Tarpon Lodge Sportsman Inn and Restaurant. It's right across the road from the Calusa legacy Trail and practically next-door to the home of New York Times best-selling author, Randy Wayne White.
The main building was originally built in 1926 by the Wilson family. Later on it was owned and operated by I.B. And Mary Hunt Jones as the Pine-Aire Lodge. In 1986, an additional dormitory building was added to the previous Pine-Aire Lodge property. For the next ten years the property was known as The Cloisters, a drug and alcohol rehabilitation center. It wasn't until 2000 when Robert and Phyllis Wells (who also own the restaurant at Cabbage Key) purchased the complex. They renovated the main building and dormitory into a restaurant and hotel...the gift day Tarpon Lodge. It opened for company in June of 2001. When Hurricane Charley made landfall on Pine Island on August 13, 2004, it severely damaged the roof of the main structure, flooding the main dining room. Most of the windows were shattered and all of the docks were destroyed. After the storm, work ensued, and the property was restored again. The restaurant reopened on December 15, 2004. The Inn reopened while the New Year's holiday and immediately hosted a family gathering for previous President Jimmy Carter and his family.
Royal palms and banana tree leaves shade the front entrance. Red flowers and green leaves come alive in the soft zephyr as I walk by them on my way to check in to an overnight room. A quick tour and gracious hospitality are immediately offered by the kind woman behind the desk. After my Tarpon Lodge orientation, it's out to the car to procure the wife and belongings...we're officially on Island Time.
Pineland is as laid back as it gets. This isn't glitzy-neon Florida. This isn't sweaty South Beach, or posh Worth Ave, or tacky Panama City, or plastic Orlando. Even Sanibel and Captiva look overpopulated and hectic when compared against Pineland. Population who visit the Tarpon Lodge don't end up here on accident...they commonly come here finding for one of a few things: fishing, history, nature, romance or solitude. If they're lucky, they'll get a aggregate of them all.
There are some types of rooms ready at the Tarpon Lodge, but space is limited...especially while the tourist and tarpon seasons. The small whole of rooms ready adds to the charm of the lodge, and allows the staff to perform their goal of hands-on, personal service for each guest they host.
The 1926 historic house has nine rooms. Even though this building has been renovated some times, you'd never know it. A lot of old materials still exist. Most rooms even still have the customary hardwood floors. Some of the rooms in the main building have water-views. All of them have favorable entrance to the restaurant and lounge. Someone else major selling point is that these rooms offer the distinctive opportunity to come to be a part of Pine Island history by staying overnight in one of the oldest structure on the Island.
There is one bungalow and a restored 1926 boathouse. Both have kitchenettes, porches, and phenomenal water views. These options are exquisite for those planning extended stays.
Our room is in the Island House, a stilt building behind the main building. There are twelve rooms in this building. Six of them have a water-view. All of the water-view rooms in the Island House have small balconies facing west, allowing a one-of-a-kind vantage point to mind-blowing, Pine Island Sound sunsets. We're lucky enough to have snagged one of the water-view rooms even though our visit is halfway straight through tarpon season.
The room is comprised of a comfortable bed, a lamp, an armoire with a small television and a underground bathroom. The most foremost highlight is the balcony overlooking the pool, the tropically-manicured grounds and Pine Island Sound. There's no phone in the room. There's no wireless internet access, either. Both of those can be had in the main building...but I've come here to disconnect from the electronic ties that bind me in any place else.
Once every thing's lugged up from the car and we're settled, it's out to the balcony with a freshly popped bottle of red wine and two glasses. A consolidate wicker chairs and a table await us, along with all the glory of unspoiled Southwest Florida.
A steady, cooling zephyr caresses our skin and flirts with our hair. Alternating patterns of provocative sunlight and cloud shadows intermingle on the well-kept lawn stretching towards the water. A few errant seagrape leaves blow across the grass. Love bugs mate mid-air. A green anole extends its brightly colored dewlap and bobs up and down. Our whole view is of an slow and idyllic paradise...swaying palms, huge watercolor skies, and the wide expanse of Pine Island Sound.
The horizon is busy by steadfast and uncelebrated islands and keys. Wood Key. Black Key. Part Island. Inaccessible by foot or car, these unspoken-about places play at the imagination. Who owns them? Does anything live on them? Minds gad to the old Calusa legacy of this area, filling in these blank islands with colorful and storied pasts. Shell mounds. Unfound Indian art. Sacred burial grounds. Untold secrets.
Birds break the face of of the water, diving below to hunt for fish. Fish break the face of the air, jumping up to grasp at bugs. Small boats ride the borderlands, skimming across the rumpled face of Pine Island Sound, sometimes docking at the Tarpon Lodge, sometimes heading for the Pineland Marina comfortably located nearby.
An excited couple, in their early forties, emerge onto a balcony a few rooms away. They're on vacation, and they've just checked in at the Tarpon Lodge. Within minutes they're down at the pool in bathing suits, all huge smiles. This is the place they've been finding send to visiting, marking big black X's each day on their calendar, an excruciating countdown. Now they're ultimately here and they immerse themselves into the taste of Southwest Florida as swiftly as they immerse themselves into the outdoor pool. That's all it takes. A commitment to relax.
I love watching them gaze in wide-eyed wonder at the newness nearby them. With the curiosity of babies, they've emerged from the womb of their general lives into the wonder of a place so utterly different. Their heads rotate in wide arcs, taking the scenery in. When you find yourself gazing skyward in appreciation you'll know you've begun to unwind. Wild eyes absorb the tropical moments, romanticizing, writing to memory. In the middle of playful splashes in the pool they reconnect in ways only a change of scenery can allow.
The lure of the scenery is strong. Before long we're out of our chairs and exploring the Tarpon Lodge grounds by foot. We walk below flowers and foliage, low-hanging leaves and blossoms tickle our exposed skin. The rejuvenative scent of salt water is pervasive, massaging us with aromatherapy. The material of a shaded hammock hungrily grips at the curves of our bodies as we moderately sway back and forth. Then it's off for a tryst with the virgin-white gazebo. We leave the sun by running below long-fronded coconut palms. We gaze up at their clusters of exotic fruit and run our hands along the ridged terrain of their stone hard trunks. Out on the dock, it's tongues of water lapping at wood, birds singing suggestive mating songs, and fish frantically splashing...all below the tattered linen of Egyptian cotton clouds. In less than a half hour we've gotten intimate with nature.
In the Tarpon Lodge dining room and lounge it's come as you are or as you want to be. This is a Sportsman Inn on Pine Island. It can be a colorful melting-pot of an affair at times. It's a place where millionaire boat enthusiasts bump shoulders with young couples finding for romance. Vegan eco-activists dine in the same room as crusty fishermen and archeology professors. Differing styles of dress and speech are the backdrop of the public scene at the Tarpon Lodge. Some of the guests want to engage in polite conversation, others want to be left alone with their books and thoughts.
The service staff adds its own tones to the provocative and vibrant mix, tones of the assorted places they've ventured from on their journey to end up here, tones of the high level of service the management expects them to provide. For a place off the beaten path, and on an island known for the carefree nature of its service employees, general owner Rob Wells Iii has amassed a staff he can truly be proud of. In all interactions our needs were startling and catered to, most often with a mind-boggling accuracy.
The lounge at the Tarpon Lodge is reminiscent of an old-fashioned New England style pub, something from Revolutionary War days. Magnificent dark wood floors run past a cavernous bar towards a primitive brick fireplace. Tasteful tall vases filled with beach sand and lightning whelk shells serve as candle-holders for large white candles which glimmer dimly every evening. Trophy fish are mounted on the wall, along with the hideous saw of a small-tooth sawfish (now a protected endangered species). Simple photographs of old fishing conquests abound. Sack-back Windsor chairs line some tables, and personalities from all across Pine Island come to indulge in the libations and exquisite food.
Three unshaven men, fresh from a day on the water, crowd the small bar trading emphatic fish stories. A married couple, from nearby Bokeelia, dine from the lounge menu. From across the room they engage my wife in conversation...life on the island, trips to Hong Kong and Dubai, the presidential race. In the middle of the twists and turns of an provocative discussion, the wife and I share a Caribbean Shrimp, Mushroom and Spinach Dip appetizer. Topped with Monterey Jack cheese and served with seasoned croutons, the subtle curry flavor of the dip was a pleasant surprise.
The friendly hostess introduces herself and explains how the Chef at the Tarpon Lodge, Jethro Joseph, hails from Grand Cayman. He loves to blend fresh Southwest Florida ingredients with Caribbean spices when creating his unique menu items. The end succeed is some of the region's most innovative food. customary classics given a South Florida update share menu space with fresh catch delicacies, while exotic flavors of the Cayman Islands enumerate themselves in surprising and unexpected places.
The Tarpon Lodge restaurant is consistently rated at four stars by visiting food critics. Live music, of the easy listening variety, is scheduled a consolidate times a week. There is an exquisitely appointed indoor dining room, but the tables you want here are out on the screened dining patio overlooking the postcard-perfect sunset on Pine Island Sound.
The hostess seats us at a angle table on the patio with an unobstructed water view. The live musical guests this evening are the David Sarchet Trio. Their blending of excellent and modern jazz stylings mix with the fresh Florida air and furnish the exquisite atmospheric backdrop for a magical dining experience.
Within moments, our professional server provides allowable wine service on the bottle we chose from the exiguous and affordable wine list. Glasses full of Steele Pinot Noir are raised for a toast in the dusky light. Crystal clinks, and our leisurely-paced meal begins.
Salads, bigger than life, appear before us. My wife goes with a Green Leaf Spinach Salad made with baby spinach leaves topped with roasted red pepper and mushrooms, concluded with a warmed sweet bacon vinaigrette. The fluctuation of temperatures plays with our senses. Crisp cool spinach collides with the warm bacon dressing...absolutely stunning.
Mine is a Hearts of Palm Asian Salad. Tangy hearts of palm and sweet snowpeas tossed with mixed field greens and crispy fried wonton strips, which add an extra crunchy texture to the salad. All of it is lightly smothered in an Asian vinaigrette with sesame and ginger tones. Magnificent.
My wife's Pine Island Sound Crab Cakes by all means; of course live up to the legendary word-of-mouth status they've earned over the past consolidate years. Jumbo lump crab meat combined with Chef Jethro Joseph's inimitable blend of seasonings, formed into two mammoth crab cakes and sauteed until done. They are wisely paired with a garlic aioli which complements the flavors of the crab cakes nicely. This is Southwest Florida food done right.
My choice is a sought-after fresh catch special that's hard to track down, but oh-so-worth-it when it's found...Sauteed Local Tripletail. I was so delighted to hear our server verbal the dish at the starting of our meal. Tripletail is something of a closely-held fisherman's underground here in South Florida...delicate, flaky, pearly flesh with a mild, slightly-meaty flavor completely unique unto itself. The Tarpon Lodge is one of the few local restaurants which offers this fish regularly. If you ever see it offered - get it, you will not be disappointed.
Chef Joseph did it right, again, with the tripletail...just a polite saute with salt and pepper. That's all it asks for. This is a fish which doesn't need to hide below sauces. It's enjoyed best out in the open, on it's own merit, minimalist, and pure....and enjoy it I did!
Somewhere along the line the sun dips below the horizon and a pastel explosion splatters across the sky. Long shadows fall below the palm trees and the playful jazz music wanders out into the darkness of nighttime air on the coastline. One by one, the other diners leave the screened patio until we're the last two Population there, our only company a few sips of red wine and what remains of a decadent chocolate dessert. Island-induced bliss.
Back at the room, my wife takes a long, hot shower. I decree to wait for her on the balcony. Nighttime is in full bloom and a wall of spotlights shine up from the ground illuminating the undersides of some palm trees and the gazebo. The concluded swimming pool still glows against the darkness. Is there anything more provocative than the computer-blue glow of a swimming pool at night?
Within seconds I'm stripped to my boxer shorts and jogging down the Island House hallway. I descend the set of stairs and surreptitiously slip inside the gate surrounding the pool. I look nervously around, but no one's watching. I break the hotel rules by sliding into the refreshing neon water of a pool concluded for the night.
My surroundings are as vivid as a pleasant and otherworldly dream. Majestic, dark palm trees show in silhouettes against the night-tide sky. The tropical air has cooled drastically. A soft chlorine scent emanates from the water, then disappears each time the light zephyr of pristine air picks up again. Fresh air. Pine-Aire.
Off in the distance, purple and white electricity dances in the form of silent heat lightning. Twinkling, white Christmas lights ride the perimeter of the historic inn, strung along the full length of the eaves. The blue-tinted haze of half-watched Tv screens smolders from the windows of overnight rooms, where adventure-weary travelers drift off toward dreams.
The pool light reflects off the polite waves I'm creating and flashes across my skin in streaks and blurs. The only sound is the desert-island rustle of palm fronds in the indiscernible zephyr and the electric whir of an improperly balanced ceiling fan on the porch of the Island House.
I ease onto my back and let the water withhold me. Weightless, I float on the surface, eyes aimed skyward. The stars above glow with a ferocity and brightness I've never witnessed before, huge burning spheres, floating in the sky as I float in this pool.
I look at the heavens and look back in time, witnessing old light finishing its impossibly long journey towards Earth. The starlight I see tonight began its trek long before the Tarpon Lodge existed. Before the Cloisters. Before the Pine-Aire Lodge. Before the Wilson family cleared this land or built this house. The starlight I see tonight was formed when Calusa Indians ruled this piece of land, when the only other light was thrown forth by campfires, and the stars were looked to for advice and wonder.
Tonight I'm in an old place, watching old light arrive the way the ancients saw it....and it's so quiet it's practically as if I'm the last person on Earth.
Then the noise of a sliding door breaks the silence, and I see the shadow-outline of my loving wife on the balcony, patiently waiting for me to come back to the room.
Tarpon Lodge in Pineland, Florida - finding Back in Time on Pine Island