Beachcombing is a time honored southside tradition, and certainly here on Panama City Beach. Who comes and camps and fishes here at the Park? Thought so!
Can't blame you- St Andrew State Park has consistently won accolades for it's pristine beauty and variety of recreational opportunities. This egret, like the (huge) great blue heron we saw on the other side of this spit, were some of the first to discover the peninsula's beauty. Then came native Americans, who camped and fished and hunted here up into the 1800s. (The first thing we saw - at the gate- was deer crossing the roadway -in no hurry- no hunting going on these days...)
Spanish probably stopped by on their way out of Pensacola; the English guarded the area as royal oak preserves to obtain oak for shipbuilding during their short rule over West Florida. Brand new "Americans" began to filter in, and were encouraged to do so to solidify U. S. occupation in the early 1800s. They loved the bay, but were frankly wary of the Lagoon with its random bands of Indians.
I'm so glad we had nothing to fear when we stumbled upon a band who had made camp and were enjoying the cool morning along the beach!
So. My tiny cat (16) and I got the usual collection of smalls- corners of shiny Rice Krispy Treats wrappers- look just like minnows and chofers- clear water bottle caps, a huge monofilament fishing net, along with a lighter, a single flip flop, but our greatest find was new friends; a whole family- as well as the great folks of the Friends of St Andrews State Park.
They facilitated the Clean Up, and provided water and drinks for the volunteers.
Unequalled scenery, cool shade, courtesy of the intermittent cloud cover, a chance to save a dolphin or a ray or two, and NEW FRIENDS! what could be better!
Come see us soon!