We tried something different this last day. We saved the beach until evening and rode bikes and played a little putt-putt in the morning. There is bike rental on the property so we checked them out and rode over to the putt-putt course. I must say, Alyssa has the best attitude of the worst putter I have ever known. She had a blast all 18 holes. I think her best was a 2 and her average was more like 12. It was hilarious to watch her “scoot” the ball toward the hole. She did not complain once or even notice that too many hits was a bad thing. Then again, she wasn’t surprised when she “beat” mom and dad too. Megan had a good time carrying her putter and ball around for about 5 holes, then she was done. So we tried to find interesting things at each hole to entertain her, like the tiny frogs on the green. We rode the bikes back to the house, ate lunch, then continued on to a park where Ethan managed to get into a fight with a palm cactus of some sort. I am afraid to say he had to ride to the nearest hotel with his hand dripping blood. And… classic line of the trip: While I was outside with the girls waiting for him to clean up his hand, Alyssa says to me,” I wish it were you that had gotten hurt and not Daddy. I like him better than you.” Touching, isn’t it?
After naps, we headed out for our last chance at the beach. We found dozens of more sea shells, flew the kite and had fun spinning in the sand. All in all, a great trip. Wonderful trip.
Since we did not buy any souvenirs, we felt obligated to buy Megan the puppy she kept pulling out at Cracker Barrel. Of course, with that came a pink pony for Alyssa. But watching Megan pat and talk to her new friend in the car was priceless. That’s it from Destin.
