White Beaches

Shortly after leaving Tallahassee, an emergency weather bulletin interrupted NPR.  We parked briefly under a freeway overpass before proceeding through blinding rain.  By the time we arrived for brunch in Pensacola 90 minutes later, the skies had cleared.

The waiter at the Fish House told us the beaches are Florida's whitest.   I wasn't sure if he meant the sand or the people.

Heavy surf roiled the Gulf.

The neighborhood houses looked mostly like short-term rentals, empty after Spring Break.