After wrapping up one last family visit on South Carolina's Hilton Head Island yesterday, I fired up the spaceship and once again set out on the open road for...what exactly, I'm not sure.
For the first time in well over a year, I have no real plan and absolutely nothing on the calendar requiring me to be anywhere specific. That can't possibly last, but in the meantime – total freedom to roam – a prospect made slightly daunting by its relative unfamiliarity.
I wanted relaxation, warm weather, and good food while pondering my next move, so I headed down to Florida's Forgotten Coast. Daytime highs in the 70s, oyster season in full swing, entire beaches all to myself...
Longtime readers may recall that I spent a week here five years ago, and so far, the place is exactly how I remember it. A very good thing.