(Destin, FL) - Last night, as we were making departure plans, my wife and I looked at one another and she said "Where is everybody?" At any given evening moment during the week, there would be two or three girls nearby. This time, they were nowhere in sight. Realizing, I suppose, that it would be their last night together, they had all jammed into one room.
And so, on the last morning, there is peace in the condo.


There's still time to squeeze in one more beach morning before we reassemble the Great Big Convoy and head west. Sphere: Related Content
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