The Forgotten Coast
Imagine if you will, a deserted beach. Miles of pure white sand so fine it squeaks under your feet, dunes undulating over the blue ocean drifting off to the horizon, sea gulls surfing on the wind and not a soul in sight. You might think you were on an Island in the Pacific, or perhaps an exotic undiscovered coastline. You certainly wouldn’t think of Florida. But this is exactly where we are, and the scene is exactly as I’ve described it. We’ve reached the very aptly named Forgotten Coast and what a treat it is!
The Northwestern end of Florida is called the Panhandle, because it’s shaped a bit like the handle of a saucepan. It is a thin strip of land roughly 200 miles long and 50 to 100 miles wide (320 km by 80 to 160 km) famed for its long snow-white beach coastline much of which is fairly built-up and popular. Several spots regularly make the top 10 “Best Beaches of the World” and it’s a hot destination for snowbirders and party-goers alike.
We’re not really keen to be part of the “crowds” so most of this area didn’t appeal to us despite it’s beauty, but there is a spot, hidden deep in the curve of the Gulf which did attract our attention. It’s a short strip of land bounded by Mexico beach in the West and St. Marks Lighthouse on the East and it’s the “Forgotten Coast“. Here lies lonely peninsulas, eclectic little towns, cute state parks and miles of deserted beach. This is where you go to escape the world and play in a fairytale of sand and ocean. It’s totally our kind of place!
We arrived here on Friday, dropped our jacks at St. Joseph Peninsula State Park at 4PM and walked the 30 secs from our RV to the glorious view of the beach described above. Even Polly gets to enjoy the ride, but that’s another little secret that I’ll talk about in my next post.
In the meantime, just lie back in the soft sand, relax and enjoy the view.