When we were at Fort Walton Beach, we used a weekend day to go over to a little resort-y tourist-y part of town that’s right on the Gulf. Not much to say about it, other than it was touristy, overrun with hotels and booze and families, and still not that walkable. Or maybe I just have that impression of it because after a week of terrible nutrition and a weird motel, I wasn’t exactly in the best state of mind. Anyway, here are the pictures.
My favorite part of the boardwalk were definitely the ads for shark fishing expeditions in which super thrilled ten-year-old girls were posing with limp, bloody shark corpses. Poor sharks.
Obviously, Joe was shirtless within an hour. C’mon. It was hot.
There was a wedding going on while we were there, and I got a kick out of how they hired a plane to circle the area during the ceremony with a message from the bride’s father. Cute.
Oh, and we got some specialty popcorn and sodas, which seemed like a good idea at the time, but very quickly reminded us that we’re not used to eating popcorn or drinking soda these days. We still have that dill popcorn. Yup, it’s in our apartment right now. Maybe one day I’ll be a real adult and throw it out, but until then, it’s a good reminder to avoid falling into tourist traps.
And of course, a pretty sunset. Cheers.
