While we were there, we drove to Pensacola Beach and were saddened by what we found. I'm not so sure this is what Jimmy Buffett had in mind when he penned "Margaritaville." Not only was the beach covered in oil, but there were sheets of oil washing up with each wave. The usual smell of the ocean was no longer there. Parking lots that are normally filled with beach goers were filled with news trucks and clean up crews. Instead of families frolicking near the shore, there were paid prisoners and volunteers picking up tar balls from the sand. Cole and Judd stayed behind in the car while MC and I braved the rain (and oil) to take some pictures.
A reporter giving the latest report on the oil spill
A much different scene
Poor Pensacola Beach
A tar ball--up close and personal
The not-so-inviting waves along the shore

Despite the oil, Mary Conlee found a strip of white sand and took off running
Even the bayou was covered in boom to catch the oil
On our way home from Pensacola, we stopped at the Bass Pro Shop in Mobile to buy some skis for Cole and Mary Conlee. We also made a detour through downtown Mobile to visit Three George's Candy Shop. We loaded up on chocolates, jelly beans, and homemade milk shakes. Anything to make the 5 1/2 hour road trip more fun!

Mary Conlee loved her strawberry milkshake from the old fashioned soda fountain

Just what the boy loves most....CANDY!!!!

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