Place that i would like to go back to.

I awoke one morning with excitement.  Today was the day I said.  I had this overwhelming, almost that feeling of a kid when his parents tell him that they are going to a candy store to buy bags and bags.  This day was the day that weeks of planning come to fruition, the day when we finally get to go to our vacation.  Now this was our first vacation, and the first always seems to hold more weight on the memories than the next to come, at least it does to me.  Anyway, back to the house.
The kids were up early, which was unusual for them.  Excitement just filled the air, and the sounds of random singing was heard, for the duration of the “getting ready” process.  Once we all were able to finally pile into the car the excitement decayed fairly quickly in the first hour of drive, because it seemed to hit everyone at once.  What we had just experienced for that one hour, we would have to multiply it by 12, then we would be at our destination.  Sadly enough, this is one of my most hated things about vacation, travel.  One of my reasons for hating the travel, would be the fact that you can’t ever seem to get the temperature in the car right, I mean it always is too hot or too cold, and about every 30 minutes you’ll find yourself turning the knob again.
It taken about halfway for the scenery to truly change.  Tall pine trees walled the sides of the roads.  For us in the car, we had this moment of shock and awe, for we never seen anything like it before.  This is the first time that we had ever thought to venture outside of Missouri.  During this halfway point is also when you get the bathroom breakers.  This point on you you’ll get them more and more often, stopping, what feels like every 30 min.
Three quarters through the drive the sounds in the car change.  “Are we there yet” fills the air over and over as if it were a song on a cd that was full of scratches.  At this point you’ll also start to notice the occasional palm tree, to let you know that you are almost there.  Of course this livens the kids, puts them in this crazy curiosity stage.  The smells of fish fill the air, along with the feeling of a massive amount of moisture.
The ocean is peeking through the thick tree line down stretch.  There’s a 45 degree corner at the end, and when you get there, the tree line disappears, and all that you see on the sides of the road is water.  Water for as far as the eye can see.  “Whoa” replaces all other words at this point and oddly enough is the best description for most of what you see.  We cross a massive bridge that pits you multiple stories in the air.  The road is almost steep enough, to make you feel like you are ascending a huge mountain.  This bridge spanned about a mile to mile and a half and taken you to an island to the south of Alabama.
As I came down the other side of the bridge, I saw a very peculiar sight.  Houses on stilts, were littered all over the place.  This made me chuckle a little on the inside, little people houses is what I called them jokingly.  I understood why they were on stilts, but my mind didn’t care.  I was so tired at this point, 1 hour drive for me is torture, but 12 was just pure hell.  I could feel my body sag to the wheel.  The sad thing is, that day I did nothing at, except sleep and wake up the next day.