After two days on the road, with some major traffic delays, the retirees arrived at the first destination spot on the Spring Tour of 2012—beautiful Destin, Florida. Diesel is such a big help with the driving (wink, wink).
A little history, if you have a minute.
My first trip to Destin was in 1979, when my twin sister and I drove over in my white Corvette (a stunning combination, don’t you just know ... wink, wink) and spent a week enjoying our freedom.
I don’t know why we didn’t take many pictures (we carried a Polaroid with us and everything), but we didn’t. This is the only picture I have of me on the trip, and what big hair I am sporting. I don't have a single shot of twin sis. What up with that?
But back to my story. I fell instantly in love with Destin, even though there was hardly anything or anybody there in 1979. The Holiday Inn (seen here) was the tallest hotel in town, and almost the only hotel in town. Destin was still an undiscovered jewel.
After marriage in 1980, The Man and I continued the tradition of coming to Destin, and even though it’s packed to the brim with commercialism and tourists these days, the magnificent beaches remain the same, year after year.
Last evening, we almost missed the sunset, but managed to catch the final glorious rays.
We turned around and there was the moon, in all its splendor.
This morning, we enjoyed some quiet time here, drinking in the view, and considering the wondrous works of God. (That's The Man in the chair, wearing a baseball cap, but of course.)
I’m not an artist, by any stretch of the imagination, but I decided to bring along a sketch pad on this trip, just for fun. While The Man sat, I found a place on the dunes and sketched. It looks pretty rough (no, I mean it really does), but I had fun.
Until next time, sweet friends, press on!
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