My friends, if there is one lesson that I have learned in this cross-country motorcycle trip, it is to not, under any circumstances, ever trust the Weather Channel. Just last week a drama-queen reporter was at Panama City Beach, shouting into his microphone, holding his hat down, and painting a Katrina-esque picture of weather conditions. During which, the sun was shining and beachgoers were enjoying themselves in the background.
My friends, Panama City Beach was absolutely, positively, gorgeous. Stewbert and I rolled into town in phenomenal weather conditions it was sunny and hot, with an enticing sea breeze coming in off the Gulf. Best of all, we had made arrangements to stay with my good friend Kelsey Miller, a Monroe High School graduate currently stationed at Tyndall Air Force Base and working on becoming an Air Battle Manager.
Perhaps it was the weather, or perhaps it was the outstanding company Stewbert and I had or the priceless combination of both. Kelsey and her roommate Jesse live in an inviting and contemporary beach house just two blocks from the white sand of Panama Citys finest. Taking full advantage of quintessential beach weather, we swam in the ocean, relaxed on a near-deserted beach, and frequented the many bars and restaurants that compliment the shore. My friends, margaritas and Coronas have never tasted so good.
Very rarely do good friends and environment come together so seamlessly as to produce a paradise. But in this case it did as I sat in the open air of a beachside pub, sipping a Corona and laughing with our friends, a warm and comfortable sea breeze drifted through the tables. The stars were out, waves were crashing in the distance, and lovers held hands as they left meandering barefoot prints in the sand. Panama City Beach is indeed, a paradise.
My friends, Panama City Beach was absolutely, positively, gorgeous. Stewbert and I rolled into town in phenomenal weather conditions it was sunny and hot, with an enticing sea breeze coming in off the Gulf. Best of all, we had made arrangements to stay with my good friend Kelsey Miller, a Monroe High School graduate currently stationed at Tyndall Air Force Base and working on becoming an Air Battle Manager.
Perhaps it was the weather, or perhaps it was the outstanding company Stewbert and I had or the priceless combination of both. Kelsey and her roommate Jesse live in an inviting and contemporary beach house just two blocks from the white sand of Panama Citys finest. Taking full advantage of quintessential beach weather, we swam in the ocean, relaxed on a near-deserted beach, and frequented the many bars and restaurants that compliment the shore. My friends, margaritas and Coronas have never tasted so good.
Very rarely do good friends and environment come together so seamlessly as to produce a paradise. But in this case it did as I sat in the open air of a beachside pub, sipping a Corona and laughing with our friends, a warm and comfortable sea breeze drifted through the tables. The stars were out, waves were crashing in the distance, and lovers held hands as they left meandering barefoot prints in the sand. Panama City Beach is indeed, a paradise.
