We were going to let the kids swim before we left the hotel on Day Ten but it was still raining so we hit the road and made it to Destin, Florida in time for dinner with our friends, the Stirnizkys. We ate and then walked down the beach behind the restaurant and the kids played in the surf. The waves were a bit too big for them to to into the water too much but they still had fun.
The next morning, Day Eleven, we walked to the beach by our hotel and the waves were even bigger and the kids could not go farther than the surf again. That was a bummer, but they were happy to get all sandy and then go swimming at the hotel pool for a while.
We hit the road again after lunch and decided to go see the USS Alabama battleship in Mobile, Alabama. It was better than I anticipated. It was not crowded, the weather was cool and the kids love that kind of thing. After a couple of hours, we drove on again to the end of Louisiana and stayed the night.
Day Twelve we hit the road for the last time of our vacation. We had driven so far the day before, our trip was only going to be five or six hours that day. It'd be so nice to get home in the early afternoon.
Nope, didn't happen. A hazerdous materials semi-truck overturned on I-10 in east Texas and shut the interstate down. The detour was a three hour trip up about thirty miles to the next closest bridge over the river and back. The only bridge over a river for miles and miles is not a good spot for a hazmat accident; FYI truck drivers. (No one was injured, which is why I joke about it.) The line of cars behind us got to view two of our boys peeing on the side of the road as we inched along State Highway Middle-of-Nowhere.
So we got home at dinner time and as we looked at those 1168 pictures that I snapped over those 12 days, memories of the fabulousness of our vacation drowned out the memory of that darn traffic nightmare.
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