Earlier this week, Atlanta was rocked by one of those ‘perfect storms’ that had the entire city paralyzed for days on end. We make fun of people for making a run on the grocery stores before these things hit, but in this case it probably wasn’t the worst idea, actually. On day 3 of the icy mess, I decided I’d had enough and needed to get moving. I was tired of being isolated, and I wasn’t feeling very productive. A change of scenery was in order.
Several options were bouncing around in my head, including Montego Bay, Aruba, Cancun, Los Angeles, etc, but suddenly I remembered that my friend Judi has a beach house on the Gulf, and it all clicked in that instant.
For the past month or so, I’ve been discussing Spirit of the Gulf Coast with the expedition team Continue Reading…
