November 29, 2017—Blue skies, a sugary white seashore, soft
waves breaking on the beach, temperature in the mid-70’s, and glorious sunsets—if paradise has a
definition this is it.
Marketers divide Florida’s coastline into a number of
different segments: The First Coast (where Jacksonville is). A bit farther
south is the Treasure Coast (where many ships, including pirate ships, have sunk
in angry seas). Then there is the Space Coast (Kennedy Space Center), and the
Gold Coast (wealthy Palm Beach, Miami and Dade counties). You get the idea.
My favorite is the
Forgotten Coast, along the gulf shores from Florida’s “arm pit” westward. It is
called the Forgotten Coast for two reasons: Few tourists deliberately travel to
this area. And, the population of its “big” cities remains fairly small:
Pensacola (on the far western edge of the panhandle) only has 57,000 people.
Panama City) boasts a population of around 38,000.
We are staying at T. H. Stone Memorial St. Joseph State Park
outside of Port St. Joseph on the Forgotten Coast. Our campsite is only yards from the park’s
9.5 miles of white, sandy beaches, where we have been fishing (without much
luck, alas). On the backside of our campsite, separated by a marsh, is St.
Joseph Bay, a shallow body of water which also purports to have an abundance of
living seafood. (We have yet to fish
there.)
Fishing has not been great (so far, I have caught our only
fish, a smallish whiting), but relaxing
has been wonderful. And nothing can beat
that.
Until next time,
Your Reluctant RoVer,
Linda
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