Leaving Tallahassee nonplussed by the weather forecast for the coming days, we tried to encourage ourselves with typical British optimism as we headed eastward to the Floridian coast. Having had a big lie-in to recover from our antler-ing at Bullwinkle's bar, we missed breakfast and brunched nearer to midday at local burger chain Whataburger. We soaked up the booze and refilled our gigantic styrofoam cups for the drive and promptly got on the road.
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| Whataname |
Jan and I rotated the driver responsibilities and we arrived at Atlantic Beach in about three hours, having to negotiate a violent rain storm about halfway through. Rain had already become a regular guest in our early Florida adventures, as it seemed like practically every window we looked out from had adopted a moist grey hue. Nevertheless we doggedly strode on and rode Old Molasses through the highway rivers, and eventually arrived at our destination Atlantic Beach. The nearest big city to this beach town is Jacksonville, known to us for its NFL team, the Jacksonville Jaguars, and for generally being a city we've vaguely heard of. Fun fact from Joe, and confirmed by Wikipedia: Jacksonville is the largest city by area in the United States and the largest city in Florida by population.
Sure enough, it was cloudy when we rolled into town. We checked in and dumped our stuff before heading downtown for a a bite to eat. Opting for pizza, we went to Al's, a mere skip away from the sandy beach. The pizzas were gargantuan 14 inchers so we each ate around half before boxing them up and heading to the beach to get our first glimpse of the Atlantic since we arrived in Boston twenty days earlier.
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| Jan in his FSU gear, ready to get Hawaiian |
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| Al's Pizzeria |
The beach was windy, sandy, and particularly picturesque against the backdrop of a rosy setting sun. We planted our feet onto the hard sand and walked up into the wind as the waves lapped high up on the beach. The Atlantic waves were bigger than we were perhaps expecting, and might prove a test of quadracep fortitude the following morning.
After a brief stroll, we headed back to the hotel, praying for some sunshine in the morning. After a film double bill ("We're The Millers" and Miami-set "Pain and Gain"), we hit the hay and were delivered swiftly to the land of Nod.
Jan and I rotated the driver responsibilities and we arrived at Atlantic Beach in about three hours, having to negotiate a violent rain storm about halfway through. Rain had already become a regular guest in our early Florida adventures, as it seemed like practically every window we looked out from had adopted a moist grey hue. Nevertheless we doggedly strode on and rode Old Molasses through the highway rivers, and eventually arrived at our destination Atlantic Beach. The nearest big city to this beach town is Jacksonville, known to us for its NFL team, the Jacksonville Jaguars, and for generally being a city we've vaguely heard of. Fun fact from Joe, and confirmed by Wikipedia: Jacksonville is the largest city by area in the United States and the largest city in Florida by population.
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