An adventure revisited….. dun..da..dun..da..dun..da..daaaaa. Lets start with a little Webster Dictionary definition. Brackish…of water slightly salty, as is the mixture of river water and seawater in estuaries unpleasant, distasteful. I don’t care what you call it but when I go to a beach I want at least blueish colored looking water. Not coffee color with a root beer head.
It was the summer of 2020 covid yea lockdowns yea masks double yea. We were enticed to see a beautiful campground in Carrabelle Florida. And it was right across the street from the gulf of Mexico a beautiful campground no doubt but what evil lurked around the corner? I ask why is there only one or two restaurants in the area. Why is the main attraction the smallest jail house in the country? Why indeed I say. It is because even though the beautiful resort is across from the Gulf of Mexico it is also across from the Brackish water of the gulf in that area. And we all know what brackish means now don’t we. So trying to make the best of an unfortunate situation. We press on. Lets take a trip west along the coast line and explore St. George Island and Apalachicola they are both laid back. St George is mainly residential area and the same for Apalachicola except they have a down town area with shops and restaurants. I forgot to tell you another reason we went to Apalachicola. Dumbo me forgot to bring enough life sustaining drugs for the whole week and they were the closet place that had a pharmacy. Long story short Mrs. GOM didn’t have to navigate the motor home back herself. I may forgot to tell ya’ll (like my southern accent pretty authentic I think). Anyway its a 1990 Jeep YJ. Basically a strainer with extra holes in it. If I forgot to tell you these things then I most certainly forgot to tell you that a tropical depression was hanging over us the majority of our week there. Nothing is more fun then driving a 1000 miles to hang out under your slide outs with umbrella’s covering your legs. All and all anytime you have a chance to camp grab it you never know when the next opportunity will arise.
As always happy camping even the not so good ones are better then none at all. And they fill the memory bucket nicely. Next up, the time I literally screwed myself shut in my garage during the coldest day of last year. If there was a stupid stick close it would have beat me silly.
Take care.
GOM
Don’t forget your QTL it yours not mine.
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