10 Nov 2008 / Saturday
What do you do on a beautiful fall day in Mississippi? Two words… ROAD TRIP!!!
Yes, I rented a car (it felt so weird to be behind the wheel after a month of hoofing it) for the weekend. It was a bare bones Chevy Cobalt. Power nothing… it might just as well have been a Ferrari for all the power I felt sitting behind the wheel.
I picked it up at lunch time on Friday and planned to leave for Pensacola, Florida early on Saturday. Why Pensacol? People have told me the beaches there are amazing. The sand is white. The water is emerald green. I thought a Florida beach would be a good destination. Who cares if it would take me about 2.5 hours to get there. What else did I have to do on a Saturday?
My plan was to go alone… you know… me… myself… and I… I figured the three of us would have a wonderful time together.
But sometimes things just don’t work out the way you planned. Do you want the long or short version? The long one? Sweet!
Here goes…
On Friday afternoon I dropped by my friend Travis’ room. He’s the man from Washington state that I hang out with quite often. I knew his class had a block test that day so I wanted to see how they all did (they all passed). He told me that it had been a really stressful week for them all. He’d also been sick last weekend and that misery hung on throughout the week.
We talked about our plans for the weekend (his were to stay in his room, play games, and watch Star Trek DVDs). I told him I planned to drive to Florida. His eyes lit up a bit. He was one of the ones that told me how great Pensacola is. He’d been stationed there for a few years when he was active duty.
So… knowing he’d had a rough week, I asked if he wanted to go to Florida with me. He said yes, so I had a traveling companion.
We left at around 9 a.m. on Saturday morning (no, I didn’t do my long run that morning). We stopped in Mobile, Alabama (didn’t know we’d even crossed into Alabama since I missed the big “Welcome to” sign) to see a couple of IMAX movies at a kiddie exploration museum. I’ve never seen an IMAX movie before. They were both pretty cool. Bigger than big screen, that’s for sure. If you haven’t seen an IMAX movie, give it a try. It’s definitely a new experience.
It was fun wandering around the kiddie science museum too. They had hands on displays like a harp with no strings, only beams of light that when broken played notes (this was my favorite activity). I had a hard time with the right brain / left brain (no brain) activities like tracing a star pattern using its reflection in a mirror.
We went to Subway between IMAX movies (each lasted about an hour) and ate our sandwiches in a park. We wondered what the park turned in to after dark… looked like it had a lot of possibilities for illicit activities. But during the day it was very pretty and inviting. There were about a gazillion squirrels running around. I have never seen so many squirrels in one place before. Of course I shared my Freetos with them. One put his paws on the park bench trying to get the bag. They certainly have no fear of humans.
We continued driving to Florida (I did see the Welcome to Florida sign). Rather than stopping in Pensacola, we drove a bit further (farther?) east to Destin, Florida. This is where Travis was stationed and he knew of a beautiful beach for me to see. It was supposed to be open to military folk only.
We got there at around 3 p.m. and the sun was low on the horizon. I took my shoes off to walk the beach and loved the feel of the very fine sand between my gnome toes. I took a few steps and then stopped. I listened. I took a few more steps… stopped… listened. I looked at Travis and laughed.
“Is the sand squeaking?” I asked.
He laughed at me. Yes, he really laughed at me. Didn’t he know who was giving him a ride back to Mississippi???
I walked a few more steps, twisting my feet in the sand and then did some foot dragging and heel walking to see how squeaky the sand really was. It was amazing! I ran a bit like a little kid and then I’d stop and giggle. How cool is squeaky sand??
Okay, you may have experienced the childlike delight of squeaky sand and now you know that I have. So I’ll move on to the water…
It was gorgeous… clear… green… warm… I waded into the water up to my knees and wished I’d brought a suit so I could go swimming. Oh well… I really didn’t think the water or day would be warm enough for that so I wasn’t prepared. Next time.
There were these cute little birds walking on the beaches. I asked Travis if he knew what type of birds they were. He paused just a beat too long before saying, “It’s a walkabeacha bird.”
Ha ha ha ha
Later we saw some larger birds that we called runabeacha birds. We probably should have called them sitabeacha birds since most of them were sitting on this strip of sand that reached out into the water. They were all facing the setting sun. It was picture perfect. Unfortunately it’s a picture I’ll have to keep in my memory since I didn’t have my camera phone with me (dingy me… I left it in the car.).
We hung out at the beach for about 2 hours before heading back to the car.
Travis knew of a good Irish pub not far from the beach so we went there for dinner. The place was called McGuires Irish Pub. To say that it had flavor, is an understatement. First, the smokehouse for their meats is out in front of the restaurant.
Once inside the restaurant you immediately get the sense that you are standing beneath a Chia pet. Perhaps a Chia restaurant. You see there are $1 bills hanging from the ceiling. Everywhere. It’s estimated that there is about 1/2 million dollars there. The tradition started when the owner tacked her first $1 tip to the ceiling and friends and customers have been adding to the decor ever since.
Yes, I put a dollar on the wall. The wait staff even has a Sharpie marker for people to use. I wrote my trademark “Imagine. Believe. Become.” on my dollar.
This restaurant is full of puns and funnies. For instance… when you go to the restroom, the sign says Ladies… but does it really?? The biggest word is “Ladies” but if you read the small print you’ll see something like “I know you like the LADIES, but this is the mens room.” The sign on the ladies room is similar. When I went to the ladies room, Travis paused or hesitated or something because my guard was up but I didn’t know for what. I started for the Ladies (actually Mens) room. Our waitress stopped me and pointed me in the right direction.
She laughed and said she wasn’t supposed to tell customers but that she liked me. Ha ha ha I told her that my appreciation would be reflected in her tip. Yup… I coughed up a 30 percent tip for that one. I should mention that there are two entry doors to the restrooms. Inside the first one (wrong label) is another one that says “Stop! This is the XX room.” But to be honest, I probably would have just blown past it because I really needed to pee!
After dinner we began the long drive home. Travis helped me find the way to Rte 10 and then he fell asleep for the next 2+ hours. Once again I missed the state of Alabama. I’m going to have to make a special trip just to see the sign. I woke Travis up as we neared Biloxi so that he could help me find my way back to the base. He drifted off again and so I missed the turn I needed to take. Oh well. We finally got back at around 9:30 p.m.
All in all it was a fantastic day!
One thing I forgot to mention… I saw antlers mounted on the back of a motorcycle. Travis reminded me that I am in the south. If I had any doubts, that confirmed it. ha ha
Hugs,
–Donna