Carrabelle, as pretty as it sounds..

Stan and I just spent a few days in Carrabelle, Florida, on the panhandle. We parked our hiker about five feet off the beach, with the picture window looking onto the sea. It was the incredible sunrise spot. It was also the incredible storm spot. About five hours after we got set up we got hit with rain, lightning, thunder, howling wind and yet again, a tornado warning. Oh well, it was over by the next afternoon, except for the wind. By the evening the sun had come out and we could see the birds running in and out of the surf. We rode our bikes across a five mile bridge to St. George Island and out to the end where the state park is. Paradise.... white, white sand, green ocean, and marshland on the other side. This is oyster country. There are piles of oyster shells everywhere. It's a huge fishing community as well. Lots of people out on boats. They throw out a line and let the boat drift back, motor forward a little ways, throw out the line, drift back, take a sip of a beer or soda, look at the sky........