Today was a day for almost solid driving. It was fine when we left Baton Rouge, but no more than 20 minutes later we were stuck in rain. We even called mom for updates to see when the rain would quit – lucky us it wasn’t for another couple hundred of miles. We stopped and ate at Copelands once more, but the power went out – so instead of spending a hour eating, we spent two. We weren’t happy.
This cake was all kinds of goodness. Roomie & I actually split it on our way to good ole’ Florida. I’m sure we did because I know I wouldn’t be able to eat the entire thing.
Finally, when we got back on the road Nicole had already begun her trip to the beach so we played phone tag for awhile. That is…until we blew past them around Mobile, AL. They had to stop and take a pee break & we held it and pressed on to the beach.
It took right around 5 hours to get from Baton Rouge to Destin, FL all with Roomie driving. I never drove while I was in Florida, not once and that was fine by me.
Let’s see, we crossed a bridge. I’m not sure which one it was exactly. I just know that once we started crossing the bridge the accelerator stuck to the ground and we quickly made a way across the bridge. Fascinating how that happens when Roomie drives, mysteriously the car will speed up when crossing a bridge. Did I mention she hates bridges?
Telling Roomie a tug boat was crossing under the bridge only made matters worse. Maybe because a tug boat took out the bridge that crosses the Arkansas River a few years ago. There were quite a few deaths that day because there was no way of knowing the bridge was out until it was too late. It was a sad day in Oklahoma.
It’s Bass Pro. A definite must for any Okie. I love Bass Pro. Actually, I love Cabelas more, but this is the only mega sporting goods store I saw on our way to Florida. Maybe those Louisianans aren’t big into fishing or hunting?
Love those Alabama tunnels. Look for a post on them later. We both had never been through a tunnel so long. It seemed to drag on for forever and we were both glad just as soon as we came out on the other side. It was almost like a sigh of relief that we didn’t have a wreck on the inside of the tunnel. That would’ve been treacherous.
We made it to Florida. In one piece no doubt. It was a long drive, but we were almost to our destination. I was expecting beaches just as soon as we got into Florida, instead there were trees. Talk about shock!
Now here comes the ocean. This was just before crossing over into Destin. We were nearly a hour ahead of Nicole and I was thankful I had decided to hold it instead of pit stopping with the rest of the clan. I was thankful until we got to the condo and then I really had to go! Luckily I called Nicole and she shared the code to get into the room, because I was about to pee my pants just as soon as we pulled into the condos.
It’s a Blue Angel. I saw them perform in Oklahoma a few years ago. The guy I was on a date with at the time got a kick out of seeing my face when they flew over. I had a strong fascination with planes, mostly because I had never been on one before. That’s right, I didn’t fly on an actual plane until I was past the ripe ole’ age of 21. Surprising huh?
Almost to the beach where we parked our butts for the week. It wasn’t too far away from where Navarre was. Roomie & I did contemplate stopping and looking at the beach, but instead we pressed on and went to our condo and our private beach.
Check out that white sand! It was breath taking. Dad told us it would be pretty, but I never imagined it would be like this. It made me all giddy just looking at that sand. I wanted out of that car just as fast as humanly possible. I wanted to see the ocean, feel the sand between my toes, and read the books I had packed under that Florida sun.