1:30pm - we’re in New York City, a car will take us to the airport at 4:30pm with our plane set to leave for Pensacola, Florida at 7pm. The only problem? We have no idea what we are going to do once we get to Pensacola at 11pm that night. The town of Fort Walton Beach is an hour away and there is no bus that runs that late.
No better time than the last minute. We checked out CouchSurfing.com and sent out some requests. Within 15 minutes I received a call from Lacey and Ryan who said although they have two guests (who are biking across the US for charity) already spending the night, they are more than willing to welcome us in. She even said they would pick us up at the airport. (How’s that for southern hospitality!)
Off to Fort Walton Beach, FL where I will working as a Firefighter for Week #47. Captain Danny Fureigh from the City of Fort Walton Beach Fire Department emailed me in November and I was scheduled to head down here a few weeks before Christmas. Though, if you recall, we never got there due the incident at the airport in New York.
As with most weeks, I am not exactly sure what to expect going into this next job, though as Captain Fureigh said, “You better be ready we have some cool stuff ready for you!!”