Pompano Beach at Sunset
We journeyed further south, to Pompano Beach, just north of Miami. Our motel was the Seahorse, privately owned and operated. The room has no heat, but the outdoor pool is bathtub warm. It is a bit of an anachronism among the towering corporate condos that surround it. Soon after we arrived, we walked the beach, which is huge, both in length and breath. I can assure you readers that Anne has her bikini on underneath her outer layers. You’ll just have to take my word on it.
Earlier, before we departed St. Augustine, we toured the Castillo de San Marcos, a former Spanish fort that is now a national monument. The reenactors that were performing there mentioned Ponce de Leon’s fountain of youth, which was just behind our Ho-Jos. Time constraints and its $15 fee dissuaded us from visiting this sight. We were lucky that we didn’t visit it, because we learned from the 1740 reenactors at the fort, now 375 years-old that one visit entails a lifetime of daily repeat visits, sometime twice a day, just to maintain the status quo.
Driving I-95 south, many of the LED billboards were dedicated to an ongoing silver alert. A few years ago, we forgot to tell our boys that we had arrived safely at our driving destination. They trolled us mercilessly, with talk of calling off the FBI and canceling the silver alert, when we fessed up. At the time, we thought that the silver alert was a rather droll twist on an amber alert for missing children. Imagine our chagrin, when we learned that silver alerts are a thing.
I Need Just One More Good Idea
We made it to Florida! It was a long day’s drive, but before we hit the road, we shared breakfast with Rey and Becca at Market Street Biscuit. Rey made a great choice there. Oh and last night, we all played Sushi Go! It’s a great card game, especially since I won two out of three games. Atlanta was a bit hairy, but otherwise it was an uneventful drive. Tonight, we’re staying at a real live Ho-Jos, it is all coral courts and everything. After we checked in, we walked around the old quarter, taking pictures, during the magic hour. For dinner, we had Cuban. The restaurant was located on Aviles Street, the oldest street in the US. It was in the fifties when we arrived, but fell into the forties after sunset. With our Saint Louis cred, Steve, our waiter from Memphis, told us that he could always tell a Yankee, because they were parading around in shorts and t-shirts.
We out ran winter storm Hunter and made it to Chattanooga, We went up Lookout Mountain. It was too foggy to take the inclined railway, but not to worry. By the time we made it to Lookout Point, we learned that this was authentic weather for the Battle Above the Clouds. We found a nice café for lunch and then descended underground, into the Ruby Falls caverns. Afterwards, we swung by the UT library and saw Rey at work. He showed us the displays that he had created. They both dealt with cola. First, Double Cola, a local vendor and Coca-Cola a major donor. Later, we had dinner with Rey and Becca and then played games at their place.