“All good things have to come to and end and its the same with the wild wood weed.”
Oops, sorry, that’s in a song, but it really doesn’t have anything to do with the end of our trip
to Florida or, really, anything else about us. We found ourselves heading back south to Fort Lauderdale, and from there, home. We made a point to drive down the Atlantic coastline as much as possible. We stopped a couple times to get our feet wet. Wiser people than me have noticed that there’s something about the beach that makes some people lose their minds. (Just kidding.)
One last thing: Thanks, Dad, for going with us.