The Sister-in-Law and Brother-in-Law invited us to go with them to a Jeep rally in Panama City this weekend.
Now, you know I'm not much of a beach person. I can't swim. I sunburn. I don't like sand stuck all over me. The Husband loves the beach, though, and so we went. Drove down Thursday, drove home today. It turned out to be a good trip.
It rained every day, except Thursday and today.
We walked down to the beach in the dark Thursday night. That was the only time I set foot on the sand.
It was raining Friday morning for the "turtle crawl." The sibs got up at 5:00 to make it there on time, but The Husband and I sat that one out. Later that day, the rain let up for long enough for us to go back to the rally and watch some Jeeps do an obstacle course, make a sweep through the vendor section (found a good deal on an easy on/off cover for my Wrangler), and ogle the tricked-out Jeeps.
The whole time we were there, when we weren't eating, we were thinking about eating. And did a good bit of it.
Saturday morning, I went out on the balcony with my portable watercolor paints and sketchbook and tried to draw the ocean. It was cloudy and windy. Both the water and the sky were gray all day. We caught a break in the rain mid-morning and went junkin' around Panama City. Found a couple of little treasures. Ate. Went back to the hotel and sat on the balcony some more.
At sunset, the clouds cleared. There would've been my picture to paint. But I'd already packed my stuff away.
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