The Only Thing I Need is The Beach.
I drove all night to get there.
Ever had one of those weeks or worse, one of those months? I found myself in that condition one week this last fall. It had definitely been one of those months. I work from home and sometimes find myself not getting out of the house for a few days straight except maybe for a jog. That can be a decent Band-Aid but it does not fix what the beach fixes.
I love the beach any time but it’s especially great when I need therapy. One Tuesday this past October, I told my wife I things were nuts at work and I needed to get out for the weekend. I mentioned we drive a couple hours away and go hiking. She is a good wife and agreed even though hiking is the last way she wants to spend one of her weekends.
On Wednesday we were sitting at the lunch table and I mentioned to the family that they would have to do without mom and I this weekend because we were going to get out for a bit. When my daughter heard we were going hiking she looked at me and said, “hiking? What you really want is the beach.” Well, I couldn’t have agreed more. I looked at my wife, she looked at me and I said, "Start packing".
I quickly checked the weather, made a hotel reservation and through my swimsuit and a pair of flip flops in the suitcase and we were off. I do believe it’s the most spontaneous thing we have ever done. I was on a mission. We left Dallas and drove straight through to Pensacola. I found a roadside motel and asked for a room at 3:30 in the morning. The clerk at the front desk thought I must be on drugs. I’m sure I looked like it.
We jumped in the bed and tried to sleep or at least I did. As soon as the sun was up, I was out of bed getting dressed. By 7:00 am, I had us packed and sitting in the drive thru at getting a breakfast burrito.
We have lived in Dallas for 15 years and had never been to Destin. Yes I know, I’m embarrassed to admit it. However, I felt I just couldn’t handle a 12-hour drive. I always thought it would take two days to drive it and most of my time off would be spent on the road. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you put your mind to it.
I had been to Siesta Key before so I was familiar with Florida’s amazing coast, but it had been far too long since I had seen water so beautiful. As we headed east on HWY 399, the snow white sand was nearly blinding as it glistened beneath the sun’s rays framed by the deepest blue water I had seen. We stopped at one of the beaches for a pic of my first glimpse of the water. My wife said I was as giddy as a schoolboy. I don’t know what it is, but something about the beach fixes everything for me.
Be sure to read my review of Destin Beach if you need a good prescription for your travel blues.