ironical

it’s called beach reconstruction

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Oh, so much to tell you! But since I have access to a great camera this week, and my personal tech support is around 24/7, I’ll let the pictures do the talking. Don’t worry, we’ll be back to boring old words next week…

So, when we last talked, lots of activity was going on around us, large tractors were driving by, and it was all rather amusing as we ducked the construction tape and headed out to the beach. Since then, things have gotten serious.

This was the view that greeted us this morning.

major beach construction

The construction crews were upon us. And just to make sure nobody got hurt, they blocked our access to the beach. From our beachfront condo. Kinda the whole reason why we come here. But I digress. Our stairs to the beach were blocked, not only by the wimpy plastic tape that everyone completely ignored yesterday – but by…

The Trash Can.

trash can

And The Construction Security Guard Lady…

hard hat lady

…with her friend the sheriff. That’s right, THE SHERIFF. Maybe there’s not so much crime in Destin these days. So the sheriff has time to protect the beaches from dangerous tourists.
the po po

Well, he better keep a good lookout, because pretty soon the thin veneer of civilization begins to completely break down. If you won’t let us use the stairs, we’ll break through the fence!

breakout

There are many other things wrong with this photo besides the obvious criminal activity. We’ll just leave it at that. No, that’s no one you know, and no one related to anyone you know either.

We got ourselves together, Bryan made a plan which included climbing through a flower bed and jumping over a different fence, but in the end, we made it to the beach. That’s us, on the end, NOT under the umbrellas that are already set up for you when you come down. The beach chair guy said, and I quote, “We won’t be renting to Crystal Sands people.” Then he asked us to scoot down a little farther.

the interlopers

Sure thing, we’d love to set up right next to the orange construction fence so that we can hear the tractors going beep beep beep instead of the waves…

blasting the beach

There’s alot to notice in this shot. To the left is the sand spewing out of the giant pipe. (I also have a pic of the pipe, but I figure your patience may be wearing thin, so we’ll save that for the vaca slide show when we get back) In the background is the giant tractor thing lifting more sections of pipe, and then we have the scooper machine thing (I swear, I can’t remember what it’s called – it’s 1 am) pushing the sand around. Then, waaaaaay in the back, up high, don’t miss the parasailers. Oh, the unbridled optimism!

All in all, though, we’re laughing more than anything else. Because…

Hair wraps make us so happy.

happy hair

And we saw a pelican today (look! there’s the crazy shoe covered pole!)

pelican friend

And when this is in your view, how can it ever really be a bad day?

fly away

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Written by Sarabeth :: the dramatic

June 7, 2007 at 1:03 am

Posted in bryan, family, funny, life, vacation

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  1. sounds like lots of good script material! even with the tractors in the background, i’m jealous…you’re at the beach… in the sun… you haven’t mentioned any relatives… are they all there? or are you saving that for another day?

    dh

    June 7, 2007 at 8:23 am

  2. the sheriff is my favorite part of tis show. yesterday he delivered McDonalds value lunches to the hard-hat security guards.

    the dude abides

    June 7, 2007 at 9:49 am


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