We took the long, slow route from Natchez to the Florida panhandle, virtually all of it on U.S. Highway 98. The drive through Mississippi and Alabama was engaging but by the time we hit the Florida border, things got ugly in a hurry.We got lost in a odious tourist town called Fort Walton Beach, which is home to every chain restaurant known to the American consumer.
After driving in circles through the dark for about an hour, we found a decent and inexpensive motel and very tasty fish sandwiches at the Hightide Restaurant and Oyster bar, a place whose excellent ambiance nearly atoned for Fort Walton Beach's defects.
Jen, bouyed by the sandwich, straddled a shark as we walked back to the motel.
Did you get the free box of taffy? And have you saved it to bring back to all of us landlocked here in MN?
ReplyDeleteIf you intended for these photos to put viewers in a vacation frame of mind, you are doing an excellent job, to a painful degree.