Interlude: Padre Island

What a Labor Day it was! Nicole and I had a four-day weekend to do whatever we wanted, so we decided to go to the beach. Our trip began the Tuesday before Labor Day, when we decided to drive out to Destin, Florida and camp on the beach of the Emerald Coast. You may notice the title of this post is not The Emerald Coast, though. That’s because Dorian happened.

By the way, as I’m sure you’ve noticed we’re stepping out of the Oregon timeline to share our most recent trip without having to wait another month to tell you about it. There’ll be another Oregon post tomorrow, I promise.

#wingingit

8/26/15 Wednesday morning, 6:30a.
My alarm goes off, just like it did at this time on Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. Nothing’s different. I still get out of bed, find some clean clothes to throw on, and pack a quick lunch before heading off to work. Nicole was gone by the time I woke up. She gets up about an hour before I do and usually I wake up just long enough to kiss her before she’s out the door. Today was no different.

I got to work and established that my partner would be driving today. I’d driven the last time we were paired up and besides, I’d be driving again later anyway. Best not to wear myself out this early. Work wasn’t anything special today; just the usual stuff. I won’t go into boring details because if all I had to talk about was work, I wouldn’t have started this post in the first place.