Somehow on these next few shots, I turned on the “Oh brother, where art thou” filter. Now back to no filter. Hmm, world’s best oysters. We’ll have to see about that.Here’s Aaron and Michael. They flagged me down to say hi. Their truck was out of commission and they were waiting on a tow. Aaron works for Panama Jack distributing products to all the beach stores along the coast. They passed me on the other side of Pensacola the other day and again today. Aaron said he told Michael, “hey that’s the same dude”, “no way” says Michael. Aaron said if he was driving his other truck, he would have given me some Panama Jack swag. Oyster capital of the world, more good news.A spooky old cemetery. There’s some nice houses along the way into Apalachicola. I was glad I talked myself into walking the 1.5 miles into town. Here’s a fishing boat called Miss Donna J. It’s been 3 years today since Donna passed away and I thought maybe she was saying hi. Here’s where I went for oysters.I ate out on the deck at a long bar filled with people and birds. Feed me! Here’s the Oysters Moscow. Raw oysters with caviar and horse radish.And here’s the plain raw oysters.The gals seated next to me took this shot of me woofing down an oyster. They were indeed the best oysters I’ve ever had.
And here’s the gals seated next to me. Donna on the left and her good friend Kay on the right.
I forgot to get a picture of the lady to my right. Her name was Bridgette and she’s a web designer and mountain biker. She had noticed my oddball tan line on my hands where the biking gloves cover the middle part of my hand and recognized the tale-tale sign of a fellow biker.
Tomorrow Crawfordville or thereabouts. Less than 300 miles to go!
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