In the middle of EMERALD BLAZE release, Gordon told me, “I booked a vacation.”
I just sort of turned around and looked at him. COVID is going on, we are on a crushing deadline, we’d have to board seven animals…
He said, “It’s a house on Santa Rosa beach. It has its own private access to the ocean. We drive 12 hours. We don’t stop unless we have too refuel or use the bathroom. We will have all of our food delivered. I promise to not go into a single restaurant while we are there. We can take the girls. We haven’t taken a vacation in years. We are going.”
And we went.
Santa Rosa is in Florida’s panhandle. The sand is white; the water is crystal clear. There are sandbars running along the coast, changing the sea from turquoise to jade green.
We would go swimming early in the morning and after 5:00 pm, when the beach emptied as everyone left for dinner. In between, we sat on the porch and looked at the ocean.
We didn’t socialize. We wore masks with filters. And I think we were the only ones who did. I have to tell you, the restaurants were full. We were driving in and saw tons of people through the windows. Nobody wore a mask. Seriously. People walked outside like the pandemic wasn’t happening. So we hid inside the house and went to the beach.
It probably wasn’t the wisest choice of action, but I didn’t realize how close we both were to the breaking point until on day 4 I finally exhaled.
The six of us are now quarantining for the next 2 weeks. I’ll let you know how it goes.