For the millions (HAHAHA) awaiting photos of the Camp Gordon Johnston parade, I am posting as promised. I KNOW you are anxious to see them.... ;-)
We lucked out with the weather: It was breezy, but bright and sunny and 75 degrees. The streets of the bustling metropolis of Carrabelle were lined with happy parade-loving people.
We lined up on the street behind Main Street and waited for the cue.
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Lining up for the start. |
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Ruth and Carl did a great job putting this all together. Beau helped a bit as well. Too bad the banner emphasizes Budweiser rather than Carrabelle Beach RV Resort. |
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LOVED the Carrabelle Riverfront Festival pirate ship float -- Pirates of the Carrabellean. Check out the cannons and the laundry basket crow's nest. Wonderful! |
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Great costumes, too. |
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This parrot did a cute trick where you shoot it and say "bang" and it plays dead. Hysterical. |
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And here is the Crooked River Lighthouse. For those who have not heard of the lighthouse, it was built in 1895 and for 117 years has stood as a beacon to guide ships, fishermen, and oyster men through the treacherous pass between Dog and St. George Islands. (I don't think this little replica is as old, though.) |
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And we are off. |
We rode the float and tossed beads to the supportive onlookers on the street. A few ladies lifted their shirts for beads. More than a few men did, too. Bead whores come in both sexes, apparently.
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Beau and I sat on the other side of the float. See him in the hat? |
After the parade, we had a tour of the New Orleans, a landing craft anchored in Carrabelle before heading to Kuwait.
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Waiting to board the New Orleans. |
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This young man served in Afghanistan, I believe. I know he said he had experienced 23 IED attacks. We thanked all these brave soldiers for their service. |
After the tour, we enjoyed the free spaghetti and meatball lunch provided by the town, and departed for home. Beau and I rode behind Dan and the golfcart just in case of a mishap on the way back.
Wasn't this an incredibly exciting day?
Tanks, Panky
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