We passed through Alabama and saw the sign, “Welcome to Florida”. Francesca was happy but I was not. This happy wanderer wanted the show to go on. This best I could do was to stuff as many new experiences as I could into the waning days of summer.
We took a hard right at Pensacola to
explored the National Museum of Navel Aviation.I had no idea we had this first class facility was hiding in our state’s Northwest corner. Its just like the ones in Washington, DC except with a
It’s open daily, free, and close to some of
the most beautiful beaches in our state.
Imagine what Miami Beach looked like when it was still an island a hundred years ago, nothing but sand and sea.
That’s what we found ten miles south of Pensacola. Gulf Coast National Seashore is thirteen miles of undeveloped glory.
Its a shame so little of our coast is preserved this way.
Campers aren’t allowed on Florida panhandle beaches.
Reluctantly we headed inland to rest our heads.