We rolled outta Atlanta after breakfast, pumpin' some of our new beats all the way down through Georgia and could tell it was going to be a scorcher. There was a constant haze up ahead from the high humidity and everyone on the road felt the need to go over 80 mph in the left lanes even though the limit was 70. The highway scenery didn't deviate much from a regular cycle of billboards. “Waffle House”...“Local Peaches”...“Adult Superstore”...“Come pray with us, next exit!” Things got interesting once we got into Florida, where we were met with some pretty heavy rains and low visibility. Florida is pretty flat, so we could see it coming on the horizon, but once inside we had to slow down considerably. On the other side of the storm we found Tampa and the resort-like environment that is most of Florida (as far as we know).
It was around 4:30pm when we pulled up to my friend Chris's apartment just east of Tampa. We had a solid plan: enjoy the AC for a bit, go to the coast, and then find some dinner. After cooling off, we hopped in Chris' car for the 40 minute drive to the Gulf coast. The city of Tampa is situated on a peninsula, so getting to the Gulf coast involves traveling across a few impressively long bridges before reaching the actual beach. It is no lie, the water in the Gulf is incredibly warm. So warm we almost walked in without first taking out our cell phones. The beach wasn't too crowded as it was a Sunday night, and we were lucky enough to see a beautiful sunset over the Gulf while walking along the very white sand.
Along our walk we came across some pretty odd characters. The first was a group of girls passing out little business cards questioning your integrity with regards to the teachings of Jesus. The second was a man carrying a huge wooden cross along the beach. Not too weird, but the cross had a small wheel on the bottom, and from the looks of it he had just run it through part of a sandcastle under construction...oops? Regardless, the walk on the beach was incredibly relaxing. On our way back to Chris' apartment, we stopped at a local burrito place called Tijuana Flats. For a decent price you could get a huge burrito and choose from about 12 different kinds of hot sauce. Not too shabby.
We spend the night and started on our 10 hour drive to New Orleans, LA around 8:30am. NOLA here we come!
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