It had been awhile since Jason had a proper vacation. Sure, we went to Bonnaroo and New York, but those were just weekend getaways. Between finishing up at his old job and starting his new one here in Georgia, the poor man had not been able to let loose in TWO YEARS. So, we decided to take a properly lazy vacation: nothing difficult, too action-packed, or too adventurous. We decided to explore...
The Redneck Riviera.
It was an area of the country that we had never really heard/thought about until moving to Georgia, but we quickly learned that the Redneck Riviera (a nickname for the long stretch of Gulf of Mexico coastline along the Florida panhandle) is the closest white-sand-blue-water resort area to Atlanta. I found a pretty beach (Navarre Beach) by hastily googling "prettiest gulf coast beach" and we booked 4 nights at a beachfront condo, in order to finally give Jason the break he so deserved.
To get there, we drove 5.5 hours through the heart of Alabama. We stopped for lunch in Montgomery (which I only know about from Montgomery Bus Boycott fame) at a seafood chain called Wintzell's Oyster House, already in the seafaring spirit.
Shuck'n 'n Jive'n. Oh boy.
Any reservations I had about our lunch choice were misplaced though. The Shrimp and Grits were ON POINT.
We arrived in Navarre in the late afternoon. The beach is located on an island across a bay from the main town. You cross a causeway to get there. One of those high-rises in the distance was to be our home for the week.
The view was alright.
J/K IT WAS FUCKING GREAT! The nice thing about the Redneck Riviera is that it's super cheap compared to other resort destinations, so Jason and I were able to afford a condo right on the beach. It even had a sexy jacuzzi tub.
And If you needed oyster forks, the kitchen was well-stocked. (We didn't need oyster forks. The Gulf is too hot for oysters in August.)
We stocked the kitchen well, though. We hit up Costco before leaving home and arrived with a cooler full of items for living THE GOOD LIFE (Pinot Grigio and Comte cheese. Aw yissssss.)
For our first dinner, we made a cheese and charcuterie plate and drink champagne and looked at the ocean and it was one of the greatest nights OF OUR LIVES.
The next day, we set out to explore the town a bit.
We had lunch at Cactus Flower Cafe and were pleasantly surprised at the fresh and delicious food. As Californians-in-exile, we have high Mexican food standards.
Around sunset we checked out Juana's Pagodas, the local hangout on our little beach island. It's a one-stop shop where you can rent jet skis, play cornhole, swim, and drink pina coladas. We may not like rednecks much, but we quickly decided that they, as a people, know how to beach.
Next time: We get terrified by Pensacola Beach.