Ponce De Leon, We Are Here
Our actual crossing into Florida took us quite by surprise. The sign at the state line as we traveled down Alabama Highway 113 came and went in the blink of an eye. We were driving through what I think was the Alabama town of Fromarton, crossed a bridge over a railroad switching yard, and we were Century, Florida.
This road sign showing we are at a junction with Florida Highway 4 East was the first official indication we could find that we were indeed in Florida after we flashed by the Welcome sign.
One of the things we noticed during the first part of our drive through this part of the Florida panhandle was the hills. We both expected the terrain to be much flatter. The next thing we noticed was the poverty. Until we approached Pensacola proper most everything seemed poorly maintained and run down.
Things began to look up the closer we got to Pensacola and the area around our hotel is pretty nice. 2LT Son1 came out to the hotel and took us to dinner at Sonny's BBQ. It was a nice place with a friendly staff and good food. My only complaint was the corn-on-the-cob was overcooked.
Dinner was followed by an early bed time for K and me. The next day promised lots of adventure and we wanted to be well rested.
Image Credit » DW Davis