Day 7

 Day 7-Tuesday, April 27

This was a travel day, 400+ miles, but we both agreed that this campground is so nice that we could easily spend several days here and never leave.  

 

Knowing we had a long drive to Florida, we skipped breakfast and were on the road by 8:00 AM.  We had to drive for about an hour before we could find a Starbucks.  Yes, we’re coffee snobs, and we probably should have stopped at the Biscuit Box in Chatsworth, Ga., and had a true Southern breakfast.  Thinking back on it, I wish we had.

 

We stopped for lunch in Eufala, Alabama, a beautiful town on the Chattahoochee River.  

 

“Roll Tide!”  

 

Eufaula's location on the Chattahoochee made it a major shipping center for cotton bound for the Port of Apalachicola and, from there, to major world markets such as Liverpool and New York City.  Consequently a lot of money was made in Eufala and those wealthy cotton merchants built beautiful homes.

 

Lunch was at Phil’s Barbecue, which specializes in chopped pork.  The meal and the atmosphere couldn’t be better; typical of a Southern road house.  I loved it and it made up for skipping the Biscuit Box.

 From Eufala we had another another 180 miles to cover before arriving at my sister and brother-in-law’s rental on Cape San Blas on the Florida panhandle.  It was an easy drive, no traffic, and the thermometer kept us entertained as it gradually rose to 86°F.  

We arrived  around 4:30 PM, with 2125 more miles on our van than when we left Cape Cod seven days ago.

 

It was great to see Wendy, Carl, and their dog Jake.  We’ve been looking forward to this trip for two years, we were planning to come here last spring, but COVID….

 

For dinner we headed to Up the Creek in nearby Apalachicola.  Outdoor dining overlooking shrimp boats on the Scipio Creek.  Oysters, bay (tequila) sunrises, and fried shrimp.  

 This will be our home or the next seven days, living right on the beach is tough to beat.  From our bed I watched the super moon rising on the Gulf of Mexico and fell asleep to the sound of waves breaking on the shore.  

 Life is good.