So many things to write about... so much time. Where shall I begin? Tonight I'll start with my trip to Florida with soon-to-be. I was reminded of many beachy things on this trip, including but not limited to the fact that there is no vocabulary substitute, nor appopriate synonym for "beachy". Also, it was relieving to be refreshed on my antiquated rip-tide escape procedures; something we could all use a refresher on.

We found ourselves on Friday night in Destin, Florida. It's on the panhandle of Florida and is known for it's white sand beaches and emerald green waters; aptly named the Emerald Coast. That morning, soon-to-be and I had loaded ourselves into a 2002 Cessna 172S and made the 237 nautical mile (a nautical mile is just over 6000 feet) trip down to Destin in just under 2 hours. We then proceeded to spend the next 24 of 36 hours glued to the sand, inches from the lapping waves. It was many things, including relaxing, serene, hot, salty, humid, fun and most of all, beachy. I ate a few fresh gulf shrimp, some fresh gulf crab and a couple fresh gulf mosquitos. It was wonderful.

The picture here is of soon-to-be piloting us over Alabama on our way back. She is a great pilot with great sunglasses!