The reluctant beachcomber

Trip Start Sep 04, 2010
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Trip End Sep 30, 2010


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Flag of United States  , Alabama
Friday, September 17, 2010

A quick stop at a rest stop, and then, the beach!

OK, I'll grant you this, he said he didn't want to go. "What will we do there?" he'd asked, way back in Birmingham. "Well, it's the beach," I answered, "you've always loved the beach. Your Dad loved the beach. The beach is where you GO, when you have a minute to spare!"

I told him about the many summers his Dad spent at Gulf Shores with his Papa and Mama, fishing, drinking Mountain Dew all day long, living high in the camper bus, later the Gulf Shores Trailer, it was The Life.

I pulled right up to The Beach, got out of the car. Matt slouched his way to the boardwalk, but would not walk out on the sand. At least TOUCH it, I implored. He bent and stuck one finger in.



Okay, I said, let's check into our motel. We ended the day with dinner at the Crab Shack, some right tasty shrimp, well that's some cheer, at least. Everybody else is blond and tanned, sundresses and sandals, no northwest moss between their toes. Pretty southern girls abound, and fat old guys in checked shorts. Truth be told, I don't like the glare myself, or that sticky saltwater feel. But it's a pretty place.





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