FAIRHOPE, ALABAMA - Leaving San Blas and Apalach was hard,
and we thank Paula, Mason, JJ, George, and Susan for their roles in our lovely
stay.
We set out west along the gulf coast determined to see the
famous beaches south of Choctawhatchee Bay between Panama City and Pensacola.
So we left the main highway, turning onto Rt. 30A. That decision, it turns out,
was not very clever. We saw all the beaches all right—Rosemary, Seacrest,
Seagrove, Grayton, Santa Rosa, and of course Seaside, the New Urbanism gem or
the thoroughly overdesigned, fake- looking movie set, depending on your
perspective. And, as you probably know, it was indeed a movie set, for the
funny but telling film, “The Truman Show.”
Yes, we saw them all—at length, in the slowest moving
traffic jam south of DC rush hour. The bikes beside us on the 20-mile
Tampoochee Trail were whizzing by, but even for them it was fender-to-fender.
It gradually sunk in that we were smack dab in the middle of one of America’s great
spring break destinations, and it was spring break.
Our navigator, who had not listened to certain earlier
comments from our driver, finally grabbed the Garmin and shouted at her, “get
us out of here!” Whereupon we headed due north to I-10 and straight over to the
eastern shore of Mobile Bay, then south down through Daphne and into our
destination, Fairhope, a beautiful, gracious community on the shores of the
bay, about which more later.
A proof of our arrival, here is a photo of the sunset across
the bay last evening, taken from a spot somewhat beyond a sign that said “for
Yacht Club guests only.”
Our dogs are in Dog Ranch Resort near Daphne. It is so nice
their parents wondered if we could stay also.
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| Sunset on Mobile Bay |
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