

In April, I spent the weekend in Pensacola and found it much different than when I used to frequent it as a child. When living in Alabama, these beaches were my families play zone. Miles of long, white, sandy beaches with no condos or encumbrances, and remarkably, much has not changed.

Thanks to Hurricane Ivan, I think it was, most of this area was pounded pretty hard and a lot of the beach houses did not survive. Although they rebuilt many of them, it should be a matter of time before they get hit again. If you continue to drive east, it becomes a vast moon type landscape just white sand dunes and beach. Quite surreal but definately interesting.

Another place I went was the Atlas Oyster House. Now I have heard of shrimp and grits, but have not ever had them until now, and man are they outrageous. I had to come home and recreate this dish, which I did with great success.
After that I was on my way back home with another 10 hour drive, but I have to admit that Florida is quite different from one side to the next. It has to be, but you have to get out there to see it...