



4 states in 6 hours, but nowhere near enough miles. Made the strategic blunder of booking a hotel in the Florida Keys, and then opting for the scenic drive along the northeast coast, with speed from 25 to 65mph, but lights every 1/4 mile. By 8PM we were only in Panama City, way behind schedule, and will have a long reroute tomorrow through Tallahassee to pick up the freeway. Still, we were glad to have seen Pensacola, which was another surprise, featuring many beautiful old homes. The road east was over white sand dunes, miles offshore, along which stretch condo towers and homes large and small, but mostly large, on tall pilings, many of which are for sale (the homes, not the pilings.) Dinner was at a doubtful little 24 hr Omelet House, but the rough-edged staff were a riot, and had everybody in the place talking freely to one another, over eggs, grits and good coffee. Real southern comfort. Avoid Scottish Inns at all costs: true Scots would blush.
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