Turns out if you drive just 3 hours east from here, you arrive at this:
Pretty much the most beautiful beaches around. The weather was perfect. The beaches were sandy. The water was warm and salty. It was the perfect place to spend a long weekend.
I can’t remember the last time I went swimming in the ocean (err, gulf, whatever). I loved rolling with the waves. It reminded me of swimming in Whitefish Lake when I was a kid in Montana, but the water I gulped each time I got bowled over was definitely saltier.
|Excuse the farmer tan… or lack of tan altogether.|
We spent time hunting for treasure along the shore. All sorts of pretty shells.
Of course my battery died right at sunset. I borrowed Amanda’s, so I’ll probably add more photos later. They might include things like clouds, beach, sea turtle and a ghost crab! But for now, this is all I got.
On our way home, we stopped at the National Naval Aviation Museum. There were lots of planes.
And I got to finally fulfill my dream of being a Top Gun pilot.
But it may come as no surprise that my favorite part of the museum was actually the recreation of this 1940s kitchen in the homefront exhibition.
I was spoiled with four consecutive four-day weeks last month. Now it’s back to work and a full five-day week. Blerg.