Pensacola Poladroids

Just for a change, I thought I’d turn some of my pictures from the quick trip to Florida last week into some poladroids.


|I drove there with Aaron, Natalie, and Jaime. We stayed at the Hampton Inn.|


|Back to Pensacola Beach. It not only felt familiar, but much colder.|


|White sandy beaches seem to inspire jumping.|


|The beach was covered in dead jellyfish. Jaime decided to make a difference to one by throwing it back.|


|When you’re not jumping on a beach, you might be pondering.|


|Or possibly just looking for seashells and sand dollars.|


|The art teacher was busy drawing pictures of a very ephemeral nature.|


|Feets and fins.|


|The colorful houses seen from the beach, and Nat’s shoes waiting on the sand.|


|Everyone wants a picture with Jaime.|

More Pensacola Pics

I finally downloaded the photos from Amanda’s camera (so many cameras to keep track of! I still have some from the old Pentax that need to be developed), so I thought I’d post a few more from Pensacola Beach. I loved all the raised beach houses painted bright colors.

pastel beach houses

This one looks like it belongs in a 60s mod James Bond movie. Or under the sea… whatever.

james bond style dwelling

One of the problems of trying to take pictures immediately after exiting the air-conditioned car is fogged up lenses.

foggy beach

But I kind of like the effect. More pictures from the sunset.

little birdies

My friend, the Internet, told me that sea turtles nest in Pensacola Beach and that we were visiting during the hatching season. I was so excited! I pictured tons of tiny little turtles making their way to the ocean. Of course, it wasn’t quite like that, but Amanda’s sharp eyes did see one in the water.

sea turtle

On our way back to the car, Amanda was almost pinched by a ghost crab!

ghost crab!

I know it’s hard to see. That’s why it’s a ghost crab. This run-in had a big impact on Peter, who will still tell you the story about the crab and how daddy saved mommy.

Pensacola Beach

Turns out if you drive just 3 hours east from here, you arrive at this:

blue waters

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.

boardwalk

peter at the beach

blue eyes

wind barriers

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.

seabathing
|Excuse the farmer tan… or lack of tan altogether.|

We spent time hunting for treasure along the shore. All sorts of pretty shells.

seashell

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.

sunset at dunes

On our way home, we stopped at the National Naval Aviation Museum. There were lots of planes.

planes, planes, and planes

And I got to finally fulfill my dream of being a Top Gun pilot.

negative ghostrider, the pattern is full

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.

so homey

I was spoiled with four consecutive four-day weeks last month. Now it’s back to work and a full five-day week. Blerg.