From Atlanta, it is approximately 310 miles to Mexico Beach, FL. I've always thought to take the mileage, divide by 80 and that would equal the amount of time that it would take for me to arrive at my destination. This is not a reliable way to calculate the time when half of the trip is not on the expressway. We left Atlanta at 9:30am and arrived around 4pm. This includes a stop for lunch at the Waffle House in
Dothan, AL.
Unpacking the vehicle, once we arrived, took 10 minutes. We brought food, fishing gear, clothes, towels, drinks and the
Wii. Nicholas was in charge of opening the front door and then would grab the occasional item from the back of the Jeep to carry in. He couldn't carry much because he only had one available hand. The other hand was holding a
ziplock bag of money, or as he referred to it, his dough. Prior to leaving
Conyers,
Oma gave him a wad of money, $116 dollars to be exact. $40 in five dollar bills and the rest was ones. The money was from
Oma for him to treat Aunt Kelly and Aunt Amy. At first, Nicholas said this would not become beer money, but after hearing that a beer would only cost a couple of dollars, he warmed up to the idea of paying for the occasional beer or two.
I thought I would be able to take a short nap when we arrived. Nicholas was even cooperating and said he would watch TV while I slept. We got in bed and I couldn't do it. I just
laid there with him watching Gladiator. After about 30 minutes of not sleeping, unusual I know, we put our bathing suites on and headed to the beach. Nicholas wanted to fish, I wanted to wait on the fishing for another day. We settled on bringing the nets and a couple of pieces of shrimp cocktail for bait and catching fish the easy way.
Apparently, shrimp cocktail, although the same as chum, is not chum. I guess it was not smelly enough because we attracted nothing. Perhaps the fish were tired of
navigating through the tons of seaweed that was washing ashore as we got to the beach. The seaweed was bad this afternoon. I am not versed in seaweed, but what I am used to seeing is the kind that looks like a plant. This was something different. This was green with a wet paper towel type of texture. I scooped a lot in Nicholas' net, squeezed out the water and the end result looked like a wet wad of paper.
This is a view towards the south. The pier is where we like to walk to in the evenings to see the people who are fishing.
Unfortunately, it did not appear that the fish were biting this evening. There were several fishermen from those who threw nets into the water to the more typical rod and reel.
Our attempt to catch dinner.
From Atlanta, it is approximately 310 miles to Mexico Beach, FL. I've always thought to take the mileage, divide by 80 and that would equal the amount of time that it would take for me to arrive at my destination. This is not a reliable way to calculate the time when half of the trip is not on the expressway. We left Atlanta at 9:30am and arrived around 4pm. This includes a stop for lunch at the Waffle House in Dothan, AL.
Unpacking the vehicle, once we arrived, took 10 minutes. We brought food, fishing gear, clothes, towels, drinks and the Wii. Nicholas was in charge of opening the front door and then would grab the occasional item from the back of the Jeep to carry in. He couldn't carry much because he only had one available hand. The other hand was holding a ziplock bag of money, or as he referred to it, his dough. Prior to leaving Conyers, Oma gave him a wad of money, $116 dollars to be exact. $40 in five dollar bills and the rest was ones. The money was from Oma for him to treat Aunt Kelly and Aunt Amy. At first, Nicholas said this would not become beer money, but after hearing that a beer would only cost a couple of dollars, he warmed up to the idea of paying for the occasional beer or two.
I thought I would be able to take a short nap when we arrived. Nicholas was even cooperating and said he would watch TV while I slept. We got in bed and I couldn't do it. I just laid there with him watching Gladiator. After about 30 minutes of not sleeping, unusual I know, we put our bathing suites on and headed to the beach. Nicholas wanted to fish, I wanted to wait on the fishing for another day. We settled on bringing the nets and a couple of pieces of shrimp cocktail for bait and catching fish the easy way.
Apparently, shrimp cocktail, although the same as chum, is not chum. I guess it was not smelly enough because we attracted nothing. Perhaps the fish were tired of navigating through the tons of seaweed that was washing ashore as we got to the beach. The seaweed was bad this afternoon. I am not versed in seaweed, but what I am used to seeing is the kind that looks like a plant. This was something different. This was green with a wet paper towel type of texture. I scooped a lot in Nicholas' net, squeezed out the water and the end result looked like a wet wad of paper.
This is a view towards the south. The pier is where we like to walk to in the evenings to see the people who are fishing. Unfortunately, it did not appear that the fish were biting this evening. There were several fishermen from those who threw nets into the water to the more typical rod and reel.
Our attempt to catch dinner.
1 comment:
Brandi:
An incredibly good blog... I read every word and truly enjoyed it... Good job!!!
The photo from "up top" on the para-sail was my favorite...
You rock!!!
Yj
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