Our trip is winding down. I’m blogging from the Gulf Coast of Mississippi tonight. We’ve made the westward turn and on Wednesday, we’ll turn north for home. No more 80° days for a while, I’m guessing. The high was somewhere in the mid 50s in Memphis today. Here on the coast, it was a balmy 79° when I last checked. I shouldn’t complain, I suppose. In the past 2 weeks, we’ve had about an hour of daytime clouds.
I was FINALLY able to get a nice long walk in this morning! It felt soooo good that I went for another, shorter, walk this afternoon. I’m looking forward to doing the same tomorrow, if the weather holds. I’m really getting geared up for a return to my normal exercise routine on Thursday.
And I may hug my crockpot when I get home. I may not be much of a cook, but I’m looking forward to meals prepared by ME! One thing I don’t plan to have for a while (in addition to vast amounts of sugar) is grilled chicken salad. I’ve had 10 variations on the theme over the past two weeks.
I’m surprised (and depressed) at how few restaurants there are now on the beach highway. You may remember that this area was hit hard by Hurricane Katrina 5+ years ago, and while rebuilding is happening, it is going very slowly. Along the beach, there are about 7 Waffle House restaurants, a mall food court, and casino buffets. We had to back-track to the interstate area for chain restaurant salads yesterday. Today we spotted a locally-owned seafood restaurant and a Mexican restaurant we’ll try before we go home.
While there are a lot of these sightings along the coast:
…there are also signs of beauty and hope:
I’ve visited the area dozens of times over the years, and I don’t think I’ve ever been here when everything has been in full bloom. After seeing so many vacant lots and abandoned buildings, the flowers were a definite mood lifter.
As were these:
Rather than cut down the dozens of the magnificent live oaks along the beach highway that were damaged in the storm, the mayor commissioned a “chainsaw artist” to create sculptures from them. The results are a beautiful visual reminder that good things can come from troubled times.
I found this wallet on a pier this morning, while out on my walk. No one had been on the pier for at least a half hour and no one was in sight. I debated what to do while I watched the mullet (mullets?) fly around, and I finally decided to try to find its owner. I took it to the hotel desk, where we opened it and discovered no cash, but there were a few debit cards and ID cards. No luck with the phone book, and a quick google of the address showed a run-down mobile home and an article about an arrest made there for an outstanding grand larceny warrant, so…if your initials are NLC, you’re male, 5’6″ and 135 pounds, and you’ve lost your wallet, I turned it into the Biloxi Police Department, with whom you (or your wife) may already be acquainted. And that was the Drama of the Day.
No clue what we’re up to tomorrow…possible just some decompression from all the sunshine and fun times before we head back to the real world. Hope things are going swimmingly for you!