When we awoke on Friday, we wrapped up to go for a walk. After a good long walk on the sidewalks of Highway 98, we turned around and found our way to "The Donut Hole," the best breakfast in Destin for generations. While we were waiting for a table, I heard my name and turned around to see my step-brother Bobby and his wife from Columbus, Georgia. I had not seen him in years and we exchanged bear hugs. They came by the boat later and we had a great visit. He is a Harley Davidson aficionado, and was in Destin for a Harley event that brought out more leather and do-rags than I had seen in a while.
The temperature soared to 76 for the first time since Monday and Linda and the sun were helping me forget how miserable Tuesday was. We sat in the sun of Destin harbor and recharged our human batteries. A little Zac Brown Band playing "Toes in the sand" while sipping a Dark and Stormy is hard to beat.
I couldn't help but start my weather research for the trip to Panama City. My next crew was scheduled to arrive on Monday, with hopes of setting out for PC early Tuesday morning. Unfortunately, the weather isn't looking good. Not nearly as bad as this past Tuesday, but I've learned my lesson. I'm not going until it's perfect. So, I'm not making the call today. I will wait and look at the forecast on Sunday. In the meantime, life is good in Destin and we're having a great time.
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Ron, I'm glad you had a safe, if uncomfortable trip. Yes, the Weathermen lie down there too. During our October cruise in the Pensacola, Orange Beach area, the wind blew out of the East all week, never moved to the North as predicted.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy Saint Joe!!