Long weekend in Grayton

This is the view at Grayton State Park where we take the airstream.  To the left (tucked under the trees) is where the campsites are, and to the right are the dunes at the beach.  This place is beautiful.

Since I didn't train for the half marathon (wouldn't recommend this) and I am having a little bit of "moving anxiety", the race wasn't the highlight of the trip.  No personal bests this year.

However, Brent did manage to win me a large Vera Bradley duffel bag!!  He couldn't hide his excitement!

Sunset in Grayton...

One more week until moving day and we start packing tonight. Hip! Hip!

Cedar Keyster

Growing up I always loved our trips to Cedar Key because we were there with a houseful of friends, we would walk or ride bikes to town for ice cream, and did I mention, I was with all of my friends?!

But this year I finally realized why Sasa and Grandaddy would drive to a little "dump town" with no beach weekend after weekend. This year, I actually woke to see the beautiful sunrise.  And I appreciated the hodge-podge group of people that travel there from all around the world.  And I ate seafood.  Good seafood!

I will say, it was awfully cold in the mornings, though!

But it quickly warmed up and was perfect for a bike ride to town.

Always looks the same...

Of course the best part is having wonderful friends to spend the weekend with!

And here is a video that Daddy made 28 years ago, when they were our age!

Wish I was still ♫ Sitting at High Hampton! ♫

Destin to Port St. Joe

Friday Morning: Horace, Laura, Brent and me leaving Legendary Marina in Destin, headed to Port St. Joe!

A bunch of little boats that went with us!

They were a little antsy leaving the coral.

But we had Captain Moody keeping us on path.

First Canal just East of Choctaw Bay

We made it! Unfortunatley, Saturday morning before our scalloping trip, Horace was sent to Bay Medical for a minor heart attack. We were SO thankful that everything was taken care of before the weekend was over.

Pontoon's headed to the secret spot on the northside of Cape San Blas.

Shucking with Crooked/Grandaddy Knife.

With a Grandaddy look-alike.

A beautiful sunrise just before we embarked on our trip home.

See you later fellow Legendary Scallopers!

Entering East Bay on our way back home.