Just returned from a visit to the FL panhandle where a friend of mine moved from northern WI. Gee, I wonder why she did that? We met through my hiking group that meets every Tuesday. When she moved last year, I told that I would be down. A few months ago I gathered another member of our group and off we went for a visit.
We spent a day along the Emerald Coast going from beach to beach. We walked and walked and walked in the white sand. No shells, no seaweed, no gunk. Just white sand. Beautiful. My feet are now like baby feet. The sand smoothed out any roughness on the soles of my feet. Better than any spa!
As we were leaving, we saw two of the Blue Angels (Pensacola) fly overhead. Great trip!
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