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Lost (Almost) Along Florida’s Forgotten Coastline

Now this is more like it. As I stand on the shores of the Gulf of Mexico here on St. George Island, there is not a high-rise building in sight. In fact, no matter which way I look along this sugar sand beach, I can’t see a single beach chair, sun umbrella, or even another human.

It’s foggy. The sun can be seen only as a dull yellow circle up in the clouds. But the temperature is in the low 70’s and, except for the sound of the angry surf crashing, the beach is as wild and empty as it’s been for eons.

This is the Florida I love.

Jennifer walks to the beach from the main road. That's our Roadtrek CS Adventurous XL in the background
Jennifer walks to the St. George Island beach from the main road. That’s our Roadtrek CS Adventurous XL in the background

A local newspaperman and promoter named Chick Spicer came up with the name Forgotten Coastline a quarter-century ago to describe the area from Mexico Beach south and east of Panama in Bay County to St. Marks in Wakulla County, an area that up until recently, escaped the rampant development and tourism boom that characterizes the so-called Emerald Coast west of Panama.

A boardwalk lets walk along the dunes at St. Joseph's Peninsula State Park
A boardwalk lets walk along the dunes at St. Joseph’s Peninsula State Park

We took U.S. Route 98 down here, more than 150 miles from our start at Destin, the upscale, crowded and touristy condo, shopping, and restaurant mecca where we had spent the past week.

There are condos and beach places all along 98, on the Forgotten Coastline, but not nearly as many as we left. We stopped at two state parks – the St. Joseph’s Peninsula State Park and St. George Island State Park, both tucked away on remote beaches devoid of development.

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St. Joseph’s Peninsula State Park beach

 

We would have overnighted at St. Joseph’s had not it been for a recent vegetation burn that left one of the two camping areas scorched and blackened. The smell was still heavy in the air and after a brief exploration of the beach and a boardwalk hike, we left and continued down the coast.

We stopped at the town of Apalachicola,  a sleepy fishing town known for its oysters and shrimp. The shrimp boats are tied upon the Apalachicola River and there are museums and raw bars and a great local microbrewery ready to lure in the passing tourists.

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Shrimp boats at Apalachicola

 

But our destination was St. George Island and the state park there, where we spent the night backed up against some 20-foot sand dunes. The park bills itself as the “Best Kept Secret along the Forgotten Coast” and rightly so. It offers nine miles of pristine beaches, four of them along the main drive and five more miles in a special area accessible by foot or a vehicle with a special use permit.

There’s a great 2.5-mile nature trail that meanders from the campground through the pine forests and coastal scrub to the bay. Hikers are advised to stay on the trail as rattlesnakes live here. There are also alligators in a couple of ponds near the campground.

Fresh caught shrimp from Apalachicola Bay
Fresh caught shrimp from Apalachicola Bay

From the campground to the east, a couple hundred yards over the dunes, is the Gulf of Mexico. To the west a similar distance is Apalachicola Bay, a great swimming and kayaking spot. There are 60 sites in the campground and, during our visit in early January, we had no trouble finding a spot. They are flat and have full hookups, though we did not need them with our Roadtrek CS Adventurous XL and its extra battery and solar power.

St. George Island beach
St. George Island beach

In terms of history, the island has always been used for fishing. And the numerous stands of slash pine on the island were heavily  “turpentined” during the early-1900s. Slashes in some of the larger trees are still visible, where the gum was collected to make turpentine.

Our site at the St. George Island State Park campground
Our site at the St. George Island State Park campground

Jen and I marveled at the lack of light pollution. With the nearest house more than four miles away, the night sky was breathtaking.

We feel refreshed and restored by the Forgotten Coastline.

 

7 thoughts on “Lost (Almost) Along Florida’s Forgotten Coastline”

  1. Wow, that is where I want to go. I love your posts and would love to meet you hear some time. Then you can show my husband and I all the great secrets to camping Florida. LOL

  2. Mike, Mike, Mike,
    I believe your “obnoxious lights” crack was uncalled for. Why unnecessarily alienate certain, perhaps many of your readers. On one occasion or another most RVers have likely used the type of lights you described. That said, my wife and I thoroughly enjoy reading your newsletter and look forward to getting it in our email each week. Keep up the good work!

  3. Nice write up in this week’s newsletter. I live up not far up the road from Destin. Glad you like the area.

  4. Great post, Mike. I’m currently exploring the Forgotten Coast and can indeed verify that it is a special place! So much of Florida, from an RV’ers perspective, means massive parks next to highways and sprawl. I don’t have my RV anymore, but at times I wish I did—this area is perfect for a camping rig. The pic below was taken last week in St. George Island. Beautiful spot.

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