Travel adventures of a canine and his people
We decided we should see Mexico Beach, a few miles west of Port St. Joe. To get there you cross over a bridge and a short causeway on Hwy 98. The Gulf is a few hundred yards to the south. For those of you who have never been, Mexico Beach is a quintessential Florida beach …
We love the Florida Panhandle. The tourism industry has lots of labels for it: “The Forgotten Coast”, “Old Florida,” “Florida as it Was,” and so on. The panhandle is populated by generations of oystermen and shrimpers, ship builders, fishing charters and shopkeepers who live in small costal towns, among them Mexico Beach and Port St. …
As with all my hobbies involving any athleticism I started paddling seriously later in life. When I was in college I spent time on the Youghiogheny and New rivers rafting and kayaking in these inflatable kayaks they called “duckies.” Once I started working I only hit the water a few times on canoe trips or rafting …
In February we stayed at a campground called Presnell’s in the town of Port Saint Joe, located on St. Joseph Bay. The bay is beautiful and protected by a spit of island called Cape San Blas. If you come to Port Saint Joe looking for what Ben calls “trinkets and trash,” there are one or …
Along the coast of the Florida panhandle there are slivers of barrier island that protect the shoreline that create small bays. We spend our winters hanging out at the bays of St. Joseph and Apalachicola. Paddling in the bays is fun, but not the only attraction. There are many interesting places to paddle just up …
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On our first trip to the Florida Panhandle friends recommended that we visit the First United Methodist Church in Apalachicola. It is one of the oldest churches in the area. It’s a traditional wooden church with sunny leaded glass windows and a close-knit congregation, most who have attended the church for generations. They are presided …
To make a long story short, we had to leave our Florida campsite abruptly. There was a misunderstanding about our reservation, and we were told we'd have to leave a day before Ben had anticipated. We found ourselves on the road at 1:30 in the afternoon, with no plans other than to drive north. I …
