On our way back from Corvair College #32 in Austin TX, we broke up the 1,100 mile drive with a stop at Grayston Beach on the Florida panhandle. It was cool and overcast, without a single other person for miles in either direction. No phones, electronics, nor distractions. Just a moment and a beautify quiet day.
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When ScoobE first got to the beach he was cold and a bit scared. When you are 12″ tall, every shin high wave looks like a Tsunami. I wrapped him in my jacket, and he was warm and happy looking out one sleeve.
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ScoobE comes to every College, warm or cold. He has hair, not fur and near zero body fat, so we always have a collection of blankets on hand, which he makes into an igloo. At College #32 Katrina became his new best friend when she put 2 hand warmers in the bottom of his nest. He was toasty even though the hangar was about 35 degrees.
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The beach was 30 degrees warmer than Texas the day before, and in a little while ScoobE was acclimated to the setting.
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Just inland of the dune line is a continuous forest of tangled, moss covered trees. The photo doesn’t begin to do it justice, was walking through it on the foggy day was surreal.
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Joking with Grace I said, ‘sure glad we are not riding bicycles and that our dog isn’t a Scottie, apparently neither is allowed.’ This is the edge of the state park, Dogs are allowed on the county side.
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Looking west, no one in sight. No one came by for hours.
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William, a couple years ago I sold my property in Lillian Alabama, about 20 miles west of Pensacola, evan in June the beaches were almost always empty, I sure miss it. Dan-o
It is not always about the destination. Good for you to enjoy the journey!