Confession time! In the last post I conveyed how much I love hiking through the pine forest in the state park where we are camped. And believe me, I do . . . BUT, there is another place I like better and that is the soft, sugar white sandy beach that stretches forever and rarely has any other visitors this time of year.
After all, we are camped along the most beautiful stretch of beach in this country. I better pause for a moment because I feel the harsh objections flying my way from some of you countering my ruling with a list of other spectacular places. What about the Florida Keys, California’s Big Sur, Miami’s South Beach, the Oregon coast? Blah, blah, blah.
It only takes one visit to this spectacular area to know just what I am talking about. The sand is so fine that it squeaks, so white that it blinds, and the water so clear that your toes glow underneath the water.
So in this short four-month stay along the 30A region of the Florida Panhandle, I am taking every advantage of this gorgeous stretch of paradise and indulging. I make an effort to get my toes in the sand at least once a day (and usually twice). Early mornings start off with a cup of coffee in a to-go cup and an eager lab waiting to hit the sand to chase shorebirds. Since we own property in the area, we were able to obtain a permit to take Spirit on the beach. It has been well worth the $45 fee. Dogs are restricted between 9 a.m. and 3 p.m. but that works just fine for us as we get to enjoy the early morning sunrise (when everybody else is sleeping in) and the glorious afternoon sunsets.
Now I’m not sure Spirit likes the beach as much as chasing deer in the pines, but she gleefully walks along and finds unsuspecting sandpipers to send aloft and forgotten flip flops to steal so we will chase in pursuit. She’s not much for venturing in the pounding surf but seems to like running on the soft sand and can’t help but bring a little bit of the sandy beach home with her.
|Oh, the poor great blue heron who is about to be ambushed.|
We got her from Blackrock Labradors in Indiana as an 8-week old pup and took her straight to Florida so I guess she has the sandy beach imprinted on her. Seems she let go of her mid-western roots pretty easily and took quite well to the sandy shores of Florida.