We are in a state park in mobile Alabama. The crazy thing about trapsing around for 2 months is that transition can be hard and the unknown of what lies before us. For a few days now we have all known that we would be leaving the ocean, leaving the beautiful beaches, the sea life, the fishing, the salt in the air and heading back north. We didn't want to go.
From st Andrews we continued west to Henderson state park (still fl panhandle). At first it was a difficult transition. So many people had told us how fabulous destin is, and after leaving ultra fabulous st Andrews, we had high expectations. But we were surprised that destin is a built up, ultra $$ community. It just took a while for us to appreciate the area. The camp site spot was special because each campsite was nestled in lush green old growth and very private. We had a rainy day so the boys constructed a shelter out of palms. Despite the dark grey skies, we hit the beach and tried to catch some pompano. Here an older gentleman who has been fishing there for 50 years taught the boys how to catch sand fleas (little crab like critters ) for bait. We didn't catch any pompano but Chris caught a ladyfish and stephanie found a nice sea bead.
The skies cleared and we went back to the beach where we met another homeschool family. Their oldest boy, Alex, showed the boys how to make duct tape wallets and then they all compared survival kits.
We spent the rest of our time at the beach, soaking it up. Eli spent so much time body boarding he got sunburned pretty good.
No comments:
Post a Comment