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picturesque pensacola, vacation chapter 3

Since the political situation is as scary as all get out, I think I'll resist all the current events topics of the present and channel further into the past. Denial is my happy place, but you knew that already.

On day three, we awoke at a nice hotel in Pensacola, Florida. We could see the bridge to the beach from our hotel, so after a swim at the hotel pool and refreshing the cooler, we headed for a spot known to the locals as mommy beach. It promised to be shallow and kid friendly, and it delivered.

Not much conversation that day, but some great pictures that morning. We could not have picked a better day for the beach. (pics moved after the jump)

We lazed about on the beach, ate a picnic lunch and finally gathered up our beach things and hopped on the road bound for Disney World. While the morning was perfect, the traffic Gods again allowed us a primo beach day and we escaped before the multi mile spring breaker crowds began to back up on the bridge.

I was in for a little time warp. We lollygagged for too long up the coastal highway and by the time we turned back towards I-10, we'd already lost quite a few hours. Then a shock in Tallahassee, went into a grocery store around 3:30 and when I came out, it was 6 pm due to the change in time zone and that kooked up early spring forward creeyap. Sheesh, I've never jetlagged so badly on a car trip. It was rough.

Finally, found myself lost on Disney property by 11. Took another hour to find my hotel and then I was out like a light.