ANYWAY.. So Thursday night, Bob and I were walking across a ditch to go to dinner. No signs up about "Danger: Quicksand" or anything.. My new boots didn't leak mud anyway..
It would have been higher on the boot, but I now have a pair of pants where the bottoms resemble those boots.. 
I was going to wash them, then saw we were riding into this, and thought it unnecessary.

Luckily, the rain died off at about the same rate we were travelling, so all we hit was some misting. And my boot still needs washing.
The bikes ready to roll out...
Eskimo Bob. It was in the mid 50's, so we just kept the rain gear on, though that stuff messes with your system of doing things. With the extra pockets, you always forget which pocket you put whatever you're looking for in.

Here's a shot of Bob while going under the tunnel in Mobile, Alabama.

We were heading to Ft. Walton Beach, but decided to go down to Pensacola, FL, first, then ride down the shoreline to Ft. Walton. This is from the bridge heading into Pensacola Beach.

Bob at the beach. Not the best weather I've ever been here for, but as I told others, it still beats the heck out of work! Surf was up higher than I've ever seen it here.


A shot of the bikes under the Pensacola water tower.

We had a celebratory beer at the beach to say a final farewell to winter, then hopped back on the bikes for the 45 minute ride along the coast to Ft. Walton Beach.

After checking in to the hotel, we grabbed a quick bite to eat, then grabbed a cab over to Destin to the Harbor Walk. I was here just a few months ago, and the change is so drastic, (For the better) I didn't recognize things at first.

We walked down to the end and found a few small bars that the locals gather at. Better atmosphere and cheaper drinks than the main "touristy" places had. Live bands and assortments of types of music. Bob at one of the local watering holes, trying to pick out a souvenir koozie.

After sufficient antifreeze was had, we wobbled back towards the spot the cab dropped us off. Along the way, Bob stopped and had some mighty big dreams... lol.

And final shot was a heron hunting... I like taking thse night shots where you have to let the camera sit for a while gathering light and hope things don't move and blur the pic. At the end of that dock to the right, there was a sign on the last pole before going into the water saying, "No alcoholic beverages beyond this point.. " lol.

Bikes are running great, though I've got a small seep from my left crank seal. (Leaking onto my new boots I'll be returning.. lol) I'm having my wife ship me a crank seal to Key West. I may change it out really quick when we get there.. and I may not.
About to go grab a bite to eat. Here in Ft. Walton Beach for another night. Sitting here finishing this up in the room and the sun has popped out. Forecast for low 70's. Surely there's some trouble that needs causing somewhere..


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