Since we could now slow down, we got off the interstates and drove along hwy 90. We stayed at a couple of Florida State Parks along the Gulf Coast while we waited for our friend, Richard, to return to Pensacola from Valdez. Near Crawfordville we spotted this collection of old cars, stripped of paint, parked in a line. Like a ghost town, only made of cars.
A real treat for me was a stop at Gulf Breeze to see an old friend of mine, Cheryl. Cheryl had dropped off the map about 25 years ago and we reconnected on Facebook. It was great catching up with her after all this time.
Finally, Richard came home and we parked our tin can in front of their home for a week while we visited and toured around their neck of the woods. The first thing we did was go see the Martin Luther King Day parade in Pensacola. Pensacola has a wonderful blend of culures, Spanish, Black and White along with a US Navy base.
Richard and Charlie live on Bayou Chica. The view from their kitchen window over the Bayou with pelicans, dolphin, boats, and cranes is beautiful.
Finally, Richard came home and we parked our tin can in front of their home for a week while we visited and toured around their neck of the woods. The first thing we did was go see the Martin Luther King Day parade in Pensacola. Pensacola has a wonderful blend of culures, Spanish, Black and White along with a US Navy base. 
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