Wednesday, February 16, 2011

FTJ, Entry 55: Carrabelle-ahhh

We are thoroughly enjoying our stay here at Carrabelle Beach RV resort. The facility is upscale, super-clean, small, and across from a beautiful white beach.

Views from our site, which is directly across from the beach.

A little cold the first few days (I am shivering in this pic big time!), but it
should be in the high 60s or low 70s the rest of the week.

Typical homes on the upscale part of Carrabelle.

Nearby Apalachicola is a cool little town, where we recently went to a concert by world renowned ragtime pianist Bob Milne. He is known as the "best ragtime/boogie-woogie pianist in the world," in fact. And he is a bit odd, in that he says he never practices, just hears the music in his head. He was studied by research neurologists at Penn State University College of Medicine  to determine how he hears entire symphonies in his head -- a process known as synesthesia. He is amazing indeed and we thoroughly enjoyed the show. Here is a video snippet that doesn't do him justice.




This sponge diver oddity (the sign says "retired Apalachicola sponge diver--priceless") is near the Dixie Theater, where we saw the concert. The significance of this is unknown as yet to us.


The entire "forgotten coast," as this area is called, is known for its fishing industry -- and wow, the oysters are incredible! The people are primarily employed by the fishing and oystering industry in some way, or in the service industry that is based around the seasonal visitors.

Yet despite the emphasis on seafood, we found a little joint that had some of the best barbecue Beau has ever had. Hog Wild is not fancy, and it is highly affordable. Don't know how they make a profit, in fact.



Typical kitschy pig stuff on display.

Love this oddity in Carrabelle: The world's smallest police station.




Falling in Love with St. George Island

Between our RV place and Apalachicola is St. George Island. What a discovery. Beau and I are even considering renting a beach house there next November.

Are we getting sick of amazing beaches? NO! This one goes on
forever -- seemingly the 23-mile length of the island.

Bridge to St. George. In the morning, the bay is peppered with oyster boats.

Buddy relaxing on the deck of the Blue Parrot restaurant,
a very dog-friendly establishment on St. George.



Beau and I had super oysters at Eddy Teach's, a funky place on the island.

The St. George lighthouse, from the early 1830s, I believe, has been rebuilt three times.

We saw a pod of at least six dolphins off the beach at St. George.
Some came in as close as 20 feet from shore.

Enough for now...all our best.


Tanks, Panky





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