Foothills To Shorelines
I’ve made several posts recently about an adventure I undertook in northern Alabama and southern Tennessee. This week I’m south of those foothills and am on the Mississippi Gulf Coast.
It is cold. It is cold in Alabama and it is cold in Mississippi! We drove seven hours in the warm, late fall sun, arriving at our Mississippi rental house shortly before dusk. By the time we had dinner it was dark. By the time we finished buying supplies for our stay on the coast it was pouring rain in a thunderstorm with nearly gale force winds.
After a night of lightning, thunder, pounding rain and noises from windblown objects, we woke up to a cold, damp morning. A blustery north wind kept outdoor activities off our list. Watching the waves on the Bay Of Saint Louis as a Small Craft Advisory was in effect meant viewing dancing water with no boats in sight. But breaking bread with seldom seen friends, sharing a beer or glass of wine while we caught up on each other’s lives warmed our spirits.
Yes. It’s cold on the coast, hundreds of miles south of those northern Alabama foothills. But it’s not as cold, the cold will not last as long, and breaking bread with friends in the warm, diffused light of a beach house cannot be beat!
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