The plan was to walk the mile and a quarter length of Duval Street and end up at the southernmost point of the continental United States. At least that was the plan as Lori and I understood it. We may have explained it a little differently to the kids. I believe the exact terms used were, "It's only a couple of blocks." Go ahead and sue me. I'm not running for Parent of the Year.
We got dropped off at the north end of Duval Street just as the rain let up. A promising start to the day!
It didn't last long...
In our infinite wisdom, we took shelter in front of a window filled with giant cookies...
The boy settled in to play some Angry Birds...
But the girls decided that some things were just worth getting wet for...
We thought about riding the Conch Train, but to be honest the people on it didn't look like they were staying a whole lot drier than us, so we kept on walking...
Thank goodness for pet immigration laws (and credit cards with less that $1500 in space on them)...
By the time we reached the Southernmost Point, the weather had cleared up and we were able to enjoy a few minutes of sunshine...
Of course, by the time we left to drive home...
This post is a part of Photo Friday at Delicious Baby and Friday Daydreamin at R We There Yet Mom. If you didn't get here from one of those sites, you should really go check them out. There's people there who would have walked both ways on Duval Street. I believe these people are called 'elite athletes', and they're probably all in London right about now.
Written by Steve Pratt
