During the day my dad and I spent some time on the good ol' family raft. We would wait for the perfect wave to creep up on us and then float on in until it came crashing down.
The ocean beat us up pretty good--I joke that this is nature's way of getting back at the human species for all of our wasteful habits. The waves were perhaps my favorite part of the Panama City Beach--so brutal and loud, yet strangely calm.
We spent our last evening in Florida walking through the hot spots near shops, bars, and local restaurants. We also had some caricatures made of us, which was pretty entertaining.
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