Today, for the last time on this trip, Abby and I braved the rain, lightening, and wind and made our way down to the seashore to say goodbye to our little paradise. I hope she remembers how beautiful this place can be.
Apparently, Abby and I are fairly intrepid. There was nearly no one else out to watch the lightening reach down and strike the water.
Hopefully, our dunes will somehow stay white. This cross has been on the beach for over 100 years. It has been replaced, but the landmark has remained. It marks the spot that the Spanish Colonists held their first sunday services after landing in Pensacola.
Hopefully their prayers for this place still count. It can use all the help it can get.