Pensacola became our vacation within the tour.  We didn't have a long haul from our regrettable experience in Naples (nothing against the town, but hotel accommodations were less than numerous, compelling us to stay in a quaint place with a rude evening desk clerk).  We arrived in Pensacola in the early afternoon, no driving in the dark, and plenty of sun to be had.  Or so it seemed...

Right off the bat I knew this was going to be a duck-friendly sort of place... and I wasn't wrong.	There's sun and there's clods looming... not a really positive sign of the afternoon's weather.	$2 toll later, I was at the beach.  And the fog was beginning to roll in (at 3pm!).  Dang.
Bad to worse; my kind aren't welcome on the pier.  (Flip side, the pier has an admission fee.)	So, I managed to perch on a nearby look-out point for a photo instead.	And then perched on the lifeguard's truck.  It wasn't as cozy as the look-out's railing.
Walking on the beach, feeling the sand under my webbed toes, was nice after all that in-car time.	The Bald One's idea of "nice", however, varies greatly from my own.  I was NOT amused.