My Mom and her husband Dan left for the gulf coast of Alabama shortly after the new year and are staying until the beginning of March in a luxury condo on the Gulf of Mexico. As a Christmas present, they offered trips to all their kids to come down and spend some time with them. We had never taken a vacation in winter before so we accepted their generous offer.
The Pensacola airport was a bit smaller than Madison, I'm not sure why that surprised me. Mom and Dan were there to pick us up and drive the half hour west to Orange Beach, Alabama, kind of a suburb of Gulf Shores. The Blue Angels fly out of the Pensacola airport. They said they've seen them flying since they've been down, but we did not see them in our time there.
The development where they were staying had two buildings, the tallest buildings in the area as far we could see. Luxury condos that were built at an unfortunate time, in the late 2000's when the market crashed, so only two of the four planned buildings were built.
We arrived about midday and settled in after a lunch out. Temperatures were probably in the low sixties, not very warm but better than where we came from. Madison was about to get another blast of stupid-cold air. Meanwhile, we were adjusting to this view:
No comments:
Post a Comment