Showing posts with label Florida. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Florida. Show all posts

11.24.2011

My new favorite way to celebrate Thanksgiving.

7.26.2010

Mobile, AL







Mobile is a trip. Upon pulling up I had no idea what to expect, but so far so good, I like it. Everyone is incredibly nice and the city is quaint. We may O.D. in quaint. Our hotel, the Magala Inn, dates from 1862 and is harboring a few ghosts. A beautiful reuse of old townhouses the city wanted to tear down. Not sure if there are ghosts but the eyes in the portraits do follow you about the room. The woman running the hotel sent us out onto the streets of Mobile as if she was the governor and she certainly could be with her love of the place. The city was quiet and the streets were empty but they came alive as the night went on. Most pubs don't upen until 10pm and they close when everyone leaves. A lot of drinking in Mobile including the characters we met, Bud Dylan and Cindy. Sort of reminds me of Detroit.


Navarre Beach - the oil blob I picked up floating on a plastic lid - bottom center in the pic.



Okaloosa Island



Our drive here we took the coastal byway via Okaloosa Island. Florida's secret - or so the signs say. Most of the way is closed for bird nesting so it's very slow moving but quiet and clean. We did stop in Navarre Beach and found folks swimming amongst bits of oil, although only the one mass came up on shore that we could see. I was still surprised how no one took notice but us, although I have my eye out for it.

7.24.2010

Saturday.







Bonnie the Terror was looming today so after floating in the ocean all morning we packed up and took a drive to find some fishermen. The boats aren't hard to find but the fishermen were. Most boats were empty as they are all on hold until BP says they can fish again, at least another 2 weeks, they can go out locally but no federal waters. Those around were mostly just hanging out, cleaning, and trying to fill their time. "Money is lost and time is wasted". Enough said. Bonnie failed so we took a drive to Port St. Joe and Mexico Beach with the sun shining strong. On the way home we ended up behind a boom truck, the waters of the bay were filled with the booms... in the distance you could see the oil ships but we never saw oil on the shore.

7.23.2010

US Route 231

Day 3-ish, taking the back roads.


Paterson, Georgia




Dupont, Georgia



Somewhere on the border of Georgia and Florida.

Savannah to Panama City Beach - taking the slow backroads to the water. Towns so small you drive through faster then you realize you are in the them. Dead towns. Logger towns. Towns with nothing but a new gas station. Porches covered with what no longer fits inside. Many homes collapsed from time and even more cars left to fade along the Route. Paterson looked like folks just got up and left, stores full of goods, UPS notice on the window, waiting - dusty and faded. A photographers dream I hope to see more of on the way back to Savannah. We had a time limit today, needed to keep moving - making it to Panama City Beach with 2 minutes to spare - then wandered the beach for sunset. It's beautiful here, still hot but the ocean breeze makes it tolerable.