#2,736 Wakulla Getaway.
Just for a minute, to get away from the craziness in Laurel, we’re spending a day at Wakulla with the Mercantile framily.
Every summer, we vacation in 1937: marble floors, no TVs. Every summer, when the rain pours on the red tile roof we open the windows to listen.
It’s going to be storming all day tomorrow but that’s okay. I’ve got a good book.