Back in the "East Zone "Again

Trip Start Dec 31, 2012
Trip End May 04, 2013

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St. George Island State Park

Flag of United States  , Florida
Monday, February 4, 2013

On Saturday, we got to Grayton Beach CG fairly early, since it was only some sixty miles from our last spot.  We had every intention of taking a hike along the dunes, but were overcome with a surprised tiredness.  We did take a short walk through the park and saw lots of different types of rigs, from small pop-up trailers to the very large forty-five foot homes.  I'm happy with the size of Shorty, but wouldn't mind a slide-out to widen the kitchen area.  As it is, we're patient and polite, waiting our turns to move about.

At the request of our niece, Amy, I did take an extra fifteen minutes of sun near a large pool of water just through the trees from our site. (In thinking, I do believe I've already written a bit about this park, but, what the hey?)  The light breeze kept us from overheating and the sun itself was glorious.  It's all good...

The sunrise and sunset here was another majestic experience.  To save your eyeballs for future treats of the pixilated variety, I took no pictures of them.  They don't seem to get the rave reviews that they have in the past, so I'll wait until a great one appears and then get it on disc.

On Monday, we left the earliest ever.  We drove to Panama City and got gas and supplies at the Dubya Store.  Gas prices have steepened some, getting up to about $3.50/gal. in some places, so I was content to pay the $3.42 I did.  It took nearly sixty gallons, so I'd like to repeat to those of you who are still working: Life is a gift.  Enjoy it to the fullest while you can.  We've been blessed with good health, in spite of ourselves, a wee bit of wealth and a great spirit of adventure.  

Today's drive was about as circuitous as I've seen.  We stayed primarily on US 98, which follows the shoreline of the Gulf.  Only once did we have to take a U-Turn.  Not a problem.

My favorite city name so far is Apalatchicola.  Lots of vowels there, which appeals to me.  It's near the last point on the continent before we headed over the bridge to St. George Island and the campground.  The bay, of the same name, is shallow and an important spot for the local oystermen.  They use large, long tongs to pry the oysters from the bed of the bay.  Oysters used to be a favorite of mine, until last summer, when they didn't agree with me down on the Columbia River.  "Recycling" them is a memory that I'll never forget.

As I sit here, I hear no trains, which often plague us when at campgrounds, but the sound of two military jets passing near enough to shake the ground a bit.  Hopefully the don't fly at night...make that three!

We're off in a bit to take a nature trail along the Gulf.  I'll fill you in on that later.  

We drove a short way and parked near the beach.  The walk with the waning light of afternoon was amazing.  The beach is literally littered with shells.  Thousand upon thousand of them lie everywhere.  The photos will give you but a scant idea of their volume, but enough of an idea to appreciate the magnitude of them.  We saw lots of wading birds watching the waves as they came and eating whatever they brought.  The birds seemed to have no fear of us, which made it fun to watch them.  When we first got to the island, it was cloudy, as it had been for the entire trip.  The walk on the beach seemed to bring the sun out, so we had a nice warm walk with only a light sea breeze to accompany us.  We met not a soul on our journey and enjoyed it immensely.  Lynn asked me, at one point, "Did you ever think we'd be here?"  Thinking back to last summer, in the early stages of planning, I wondered.  Now that it has come to fruition, I'm very happy that Lynn came up with such a grand idea.

I realized a bit ago that this is only the second time in recent history that I've camped on an island.  The last time was last June when I stopped in Butte to visit my nephew, John.  You've undoubtedly heard that old saw...

Back in camp it is quiet except for an occasional sonic boom.  It makes me wonder what the original indigenous people would think about what it is like here today.  Lots of change, but a great attempt is made to keep this place as original as possible, under the circumstances.

The data connection is slow here, so I'll put my photos up on again.  The link is>>>
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Dennis on

RECYCLING sounds pretty GROSS. Good laugh.

cherie on

$2.87 for gas in Great Falls.....but alas no sunny walks on beaches

Chris Stockwell on

Ralph and Lynn,

We went through Apalatchicola going the other way. I was surprised to learn that ice was invented there. Seems to support the idea that necessity is the mother of invention. You are traveling through at the right time!

photodon on

Looks like a beautiful place, Ralph & Lynn. Florida is not one of my favorite places for various reasons but if I ever get down that-a-way I'll be sure to make a stop at St. George Island. Nice pix, too, BTW.

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