By late Friday night it was evident that Depression #10 was not a serious threat to the Gulf Coast, so Saturday morning we hit the road and headed out to Orange Beach, Alabama. Better one night that none at all. We drove through bands of rain and sunshine to get there. We were able to frolic in the Gulf and swim in the pool. It rained repeatedly, but only for short periods. Dodging the showers was actually kind of fun, especially when we took refuge in a faux cavern while playing miniature golf.
My favorite moment was probably our moonlit stroll along the deserted beach. The clouds, the waves, the moonlight. It still staggers me to think such vistas are virtually the same as a million years ago — until you turn and see the Holiday Inn Express towering overhead.
Xy might have had a little too much boiled seafood, judging by her gastrointestinal reaction. But that didn’t stop her from hitting the beach again in the morning.
I tried taking a picture of us with Xy’s cameraphone. Unfortunately it was hard to see what I was doing and get us both in the frame.
The 14th anniversary is traditionally celebrated with gifts of ivory, but in our case we had to settle for the ivory sands of the Alabama Gulf Coast.
As my co-worker Jim pointed out, if all goes well, this will be the last anniversary we have to ourselves for many years to come. It’s also the first we’ve ever celebrated by traveling. So, I’m very glad we were able to get away, even if it was cut in half by weather worries.