The Bryson clan hits the road in the wee hours of the morning tomorrow, headed for the Gulf Coast. I just hope we beat the oil slick there. What are we, in something like Day 60 or something in this oil spill mess and there is still no end in sight. I read an article just the other day that this spill is already 8 times larger that the Exxon Valdez back in the '80's. Good grief! BP and the Obama Administration should be ashamed of themselves at how this whole situation has been handled. This is Obama's Katrina.
Any-hoo, as of right now the beaches of South Walton, FL are untouched by the spill and we're crossing our fingers that it stays that way until the end of next week. This will be Ridge and Colton's first glimpse of the ocean and I'd hate for it to be a vision of black toxic tar and oil. At least our condo has a pool...
I'm hoping that our beach rental has wi-fi so I can post to the blog while we're having fun in the sun. For some strange reason I can't get the song "Toes" by The Zac Brown Band outta my head. But as Danielle was quick to point out, "A vacation with kids is not technically a vacation, it's a business trip."
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