2200 Miles and Something Crawled Into My Car

Just got back from a few days in Destin. The place has really grown up. I really didn't recognize it. But the beaches are so gorgeous, crystal clear water. I haven't been to the beach in years. It was very relaxing. Thomas had a great time flying his kite.



My brother Jake and my sister Guin were there. We had a great time on the beach.






Guin and Jake and Papa Joe...



Guin, Jake and Papa Joe back at the beach house...





Thomas at the Donut Hole Bakery and Cafe... (he has milk box hands!)



Guin and Thomas in Pensacola, FL. We visited with our cousins. I got some great pictures of them too.



I went by my grandmother's old house in Pensacola. It's kind of run-down after all these years. Really brought back memories. Two blocks up is the Army/Navy Surplus store...still there all these years later. We used to go up there and get mamaw a cold coke from the vending machine.



We passed through Brewton, Alabama on our way home. It's a pretty little city, but the factory smell is really unbelievable. I don't know how people live there.



Speaking of stench, something has crawled into my car and died after 2200 miles on the road. I can't imagine what it is, some combination of sour milk and dead squirrel. If I don't find it soon, I'll have to trade the car in for a new one.