home sweet
For a couple whose home is 7H, arriving home is always a joy, today concluding our happiest little vacation Time in years! Not a moment's stress except for me with Tass driving from Wakulla Springs to her home in north Tallahassee alone dark night, until her text "home safe & sound". Being a father is a lifetime work of love.
Tass had it planned out by the hour, from lunch at the Lodge, the river jungle cruise at Wakulla Springs, supper at a Greek cafe, with Tass, Charlotte & Jeremy at the football game, sitting next to the Trojan Band and enjoying their superior halftime show, lunch with Tass & Caroline at a Japanese restaurant with most excellent sushi, shopping stop at Trader Joe's, shopping at an enormous new wine shop the size of any supermarket, visit to their home where we'd not been since covid or the hurricane.
Sunday dinner at Angelo's classy seafood restaurant by the Ochlockonee Bay Bridge near Panacea,
beginning with a dozen raw half=shell oysters and a Bloody Mary while everybody else was at Sunday morning church, fried oysters and fried mullet combo, homemade coconut cream pie; followed by a long Sunday afternoon nap back at the Lodge.
We left Wakulla Springs Lodge this morning at nine o'clock as planned,
instead of US98 through Panacea, returned by US319 through Sopchoppy and on back via Lanark Village, Carrabelle, East Point, "home" to Apalachicola.
Final shopping there at River Lily and the Bee store, noon dinner at Half Shell Dockside: couple dozen raw half shell, locally farmed oysters, fried oyster basket, Linda had grilled grouper dinner.
Bit stormy as we left town. Pause to top off the gas tank, then direct home through Port St Joe, Mexico Beach, Tyndall, to Harbour Village, arriving 12:59 noon with the Time change.
