We decided to add a trip to our yearly allotment: Fort Pickens State Park in Pensacola. All in all, a great decision and a nice trip.
We went the week before Christmas. I wish we could have gone early and stayed later, but I had a concert on December 15, and Christmas is always on December 25 doncha know.
Scott was feeling pretty bad driving down and for the first half of the week, being on the tail end of a bad cold. Other than that, it was a great trip. We still hiked a lot, rode bikes, took a trip to the naval aviation museum, and had a nice visit with my sister. The weather was cooler than we would have liked that week, high 50s, low 60s, but they had snow at home, so we still preferred being here than there.
We went the week before Christmas. I wish we could have gone early and stayed later, but I had a concert on December 15, and Christmas is always on December 25 doncha know.
Scott was feeling pretty bad driving down and for the first half of the week, being on the tail end of a bad cold. Other than that, it was a great trip. We still hiked a lot, rode bikes, took a trip to the naval aviation museum, and had a nice visit with my sister. The weather was cooler than we would have liked that week, high 50s, low 60s, but they had snow at home, so we still preferred being here than there.
We took the White Ingrate because he used to enjoy camping trips, or so it seemed. He was so annoying this time. We barricaded him in the back seat while driving because he wouldn't stay still, wanting to walk all over the driver and me incessantly with his little pointy nails. At the campsite, even though it was chilly, he refused to stay inside, clawing at the screen door whenever he was in there. We only brought him in when we went to bed, turned out the lights, and barricaded the screen so he couldn't get at it. The only thing he seemed to enjoy was his daily walk.
Also, he did not go in his camper one single time. That's because Scott worked so hard on it to make it beautiful and comfy. He'd rather shiver in the cold than be appreciative of anything the Human did for him, even if he has to suffer a bit. I suppose you have to admire his steadfast adherence to his principles.
Also, he did not go in his camper one single time. That's because Scott worked so hard on it to make it beautiful and comfy. He'd rather shiver in the cold than be appreciative of anything the Human did for him, even if he has to suffer a bit. I suppose you have to admire his steadfast adherence to his principles.
We walked around the beach from the Pensacola Bay side around the island's point and up the Gulf side beach. We walked the nature trail on the top of the dunes and the part of the Florida trail we could access in the park a couple times. We rode our bikes around the campground and through the park twice. And we walked up to the fort.
My sister is camp hosting at Krul Lake and she came down to visit. We went to the Naval Aviation Museum, which is finally open again to the public. Scott liked it. My sister and I did the simulator (not pictured) and that was a lot of fun. We did loops and rolls. Then we went to dinner and had a good meal.
We walked past the hideous pre-Civil War military fortifications we hadn't seen before and realized where George Lucas got his ideas for Star Wars.
We saw more armadillos, three this time. One walked right through our campsite, oblivious to the dog in his pen. I saw a yellow-rumped warbler and a ruby-throated kinglet. There were pelicans and three variations on the theme of "shore bird with big, pointy beaks that fed by chasing after the receding waves and gobbling up something before the waves came back." Two were small, one of which was white, the other gray, and the third was double the size and gray.
We had some nice campfires and sunsets.
