Captain Goodbaby and I set out for Karen’s house this morning. We had newsletters to fold and stuff! Karen lives all of three minutes from our first apartment, and about 20 minutes or so from our house now. But today it took us nearly an hour of driving in circles to get there. Karen’s lovely home overlooks Pensacola Bay, just off Scenic Highway. She’s miles north of the collapsed part of the road, so I thought we’d be fine just cruising down Scenic to her home near I-10. WRONG. Scenic was closed off near that huge funky Middle-Eastern-style home on the bay front. It’s hard to believe I could get so very lost in a city I’ve lived in for years, especially since I had my Google Maps superpower engaged, but we made it to Karen’s eventually and folded the heck out of those newsletters! 
One reason for all the detours: This bridge on Johnson Avenue near Olive Road totally washed out during last week’s storm. That is a truck at the bottom of the creek. This list of local road closures has a photo of the same area when it first collapsed. We drove by here on our roundabout way home, and passed homes and businesses STILL under water. Yikes!
“What happened, Mommy?” Issac asked.
“The storm happened,” I said.
“The stooooooorm happened,” he repeated a bunch of times, until he got distracted by a catalog of tonka trucks he found in the backseat. “I want this truck, Mommy,” was all I heard the rest of the way home.
Anyway, that explains why Davis Highway is double-super congested this week and forevermore. This is a couple miles down the road from our church (not flooded) and where Isaac has Mom’s Day Out (flooded). We finally got back north to the bridges that cross the county line and drove under a circling bald eagle. So much circling today.
Pensacola to the Moon
Busytown
Awa Dance by Tammy Ward Photography
Sunny San Diego