Journey to a Mullet Toss

Alabama was a blip on the map.  I stopped in Mobile and drove around looking for something fun, but it was just a down-town concrete jungle.  I headed straight for the coastline and found Pensacola, FL.  About 200 yards of "sugar sand" to the left and 100 more to the right, and this Gulf Road is literally in the Gulf.  I don't know how it doesn't wash away every year. 

I quickly ran out of road and headed up to Rt 98 passing signs for Niceville and Watercolor & through a wonderful little town called Destin.  People further along tell me it's only good for shopping, but the restaurants and atmostphere looked great.  I considered stopping there and the next five towns because it was getting late, and I was beat.  But the further I go each day means the less next day.  I came upon a bridge not on my GPS that headed out to a little island, so of course I had to check it out.  St. George's Island had a motel and bar, so I called it quits.  I was a little sad that I'll miss the Mullet Toss (until I found out later that it's also a fish), but the motel view was nice: