Sunday, September 13, 2009

The Beach!

So here they are...pics from last weekend when we went to Seagrove Beach. It's a great place, on the Emerald Coast, kind of between Destin and Panama City Beach. We rented a condo in a beachside complex as that's quite a bit cheaper than getting a hotel room. It's a great way to vacation on a budget because, let's face it, we're not exactly rollin' in the dough. Seaside is about a six-hour drive, and thanks to the GPS, we ended up driving through the backwoods of Alabama, quite literally. We went off of the freeway in search of gas, ended up in some farm town, and drove down one lane roads, and even one dirt road. Juston loved it. The beach was gorgeous. The weather was perfect. The vacation was much needed and if you live in Atlanta and haven't been there, I'd highly recommend it (or any beach on scenic 30-A, although some of them are VERY pricey) over any of the other nearby beaches. It's worth the extra two hours in the car.

Clear water....white sand....


Yes, we're already getting sunburned!


Burying an unsuspecting victim in the sand.


Diggerz on the beach.


Playing with Mommy in the water (ignore the 'maternity tent.')


More digging - this was a popular activity.


Yeah, he fell in the hole.


Juston's six pack.


This was the view from my beach chair. Ahhhhh.


Another hole.


Wet and sandy.

We saw this fantastic rainbow after a pop-up afternoon shower.


We found a children's block party in Rosemary Beach, about five miles down the road from Seagrove Beach. Frankie had fallen asleep, but we had to wake him up for the free bounce house.


Juston contemplates the European-inspired architecture at Rosemary Beach.


Fishin'.


After it rained all Sunday night, we found a bounty of goodies had washed up to shore. (I also saw a sting ray when I was swimming in the ocean that morning, pretty cool!)


Playing hide-and-seek in the car while driving back to ATL.


Frankie asked today on the way home from church if we were going to the beach tonight. When I said we would go back next year, he got upset. I hear you, my friend.

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