Before sending the Texas grandkids on a plane home we had one last hurrah at tourist-y Panama City Beach.
We strolled out on the pier and watched the ocean do its beautiful thing.
I asked a stranger to take a photo of the three of us:
We visited Ron Jon surf shop:
Then we had lunch at Dick's Last Resort where the wait staff is rude on purpose. These hats made great souvenirs and Jackson wore his until we got to the airport.
But they'll still take a photo of you if you ask politely:
After lunch we played a laser game that revealed my extreme lack of ninja skills. We shot zombies in a 3D shooting game that revealed my extreme lack of zombie hunting skills. Finally we ate ice cream at which I excelled. No photos, so you'll just have to take my word for all of the above.
All too soon it was time to send the kids home. Notice Jackson's travel pillow. It's all he really wanted as we shopped today.
Their dad texted to let me know they arrived safely in Dallas at almost the same time I arrived home to Doright Manor. I'll sleep well tonight–and late in the morning.