We are leaving Panama City Beach this morning. Not to worry, we're going to St. Joseph State Park, just down the coast. There is a time limit on staying in state parks, so its time to move on. Our new plan (it changes all of the time) is to spend 10 days in St. Joe, then go to Daytona for another bike week. We've decided not to go too far south, gas prices you know. We're coming home after that, October 20th or about. Unless we change our minds.
What a great time I've had. The final count was 45,000 people for motorcycle week. It was a lot of fun. Everyone is extremely safe and courteous at these rallies. With one exception. A girl picked up a guy and he got on the back of her bike, at two in the morning, both drinking, no helmets, she didn't have a motorcycle license, and they hit a curve at 90 mile an hour. They both died. But to me that's just stupidity.
The atmosphere changed when the bikers left. Now its families with small children. I sat on the beach and watched the children playing in the water. I didn't sit long though, there are biting flys here that are driving everyone crazy. They are even in the campground. But as long as we are moving on our bikes, they don't bother us. So we keep moving. I even had to put gas in my bike the other day! It costs $9. You see I get 90 miles to the gallon and it only holds three gallons. Isn't that great!!!!!
Steve surprised me with a dinner cruise on the Lady Anderson. They had a buffet, a band for dancing, and beautiful views from the top deck. It was very romantic and wonderful.
Occasionally, I'll look up and see a lone dragonfly. One flew across my bike when I was stopped at a light, one flew across me at the beach, there was one at the restaurant we went to last night. This has happened many times. Each time I think about my friends back home and get a bit nostalgic.
I'm posting pictures of some of the second half of Panama City Beach. The view from our motorhome, the beach, the boat ride. Now I'm nastolgic about leaving. This is another one of those places where I could easily live.
Next stop, St. Joseph State Park in Port St. Joe. Missing all of you.
