Early Tuesday morning, an hour before the parade even started.
Even though we were all bundled up, it did warm up enough to take the coats and gloves off mid-way through the route.
Mary and Tammy riding in the back of the truck pulling the float. All lined up, waiting for the parade to begin.
The beginning of the route. We couldn't throw beads until we made the turn here onto Hwy. 59.
People screaming for moon pies and beads. It was fun throwing all the stuff - especially at unsuspecting people who weren't paying attention. I must admit, I nailed quite a few people with moon pies.
While it was a blast being on the float, it's harder work than you would ever guess. We were constantly moving. We had to remember to throw with both arms, which wasn't easy to do.
Somehow I happened to be looking up when we passed friends George and Patty. Not sure parking on the sidewalk in front of the bayou was legal, but he wasn't the only one.
Tom, from Indiana. He walked along the route keeping people back from the float. A good guy (who happens to be a retired Indiana Bell guy).
The only float we got to see. They pulled over on the beach road at the end of the route and we drove by them. That's the only drawback from riding - you don't get to see the rest of the parade.
The rains held off until the evening which made it a good day. Even if we were coming back to this RV park again, we probably wouldn't ride the float - we would probably want to try walking alongside it.
Today we had a tee time over in Pensacola at 8:36 this morning. Mark told Jim I would play since they were a man short. Since it was raining, cold, and windy, I opted for my "o, hell no" answer at 6:00 this morning. Mark left to golf, and I cleaned the trailer and got it "travel ready" in case we decide to bug out early.
Mark had the best round of his life. I probably would have jinxed it had I been there.









