St. Joseph State park, Cape San Blas, Pt. St. Joe, Florida. It's not the end of the earth, but it's pretty damn close. They call it the forgotten coast, I forget why. It might have been ok if we didn't have to deal with the bugs. We fought a giant mosquito when it threatened to carry Rollo away. Steve fought a cloud of flies when he went to carry the garbage (I'm not kidding about that one). Nana stayed covered in burrs. We had to take our shoes off at the door so we wouldn't bring them into the RV. We're still picking burrs out of the carpet. The only restaurants were 30 miles away, if you could find one open. And heaven forbid it was after 8pm, nothing was open.
Other than that it was a beautiful beach. One of the prettiest in Florida. And the butterflys were migrating. They were everywhere. Maybe we'll come back one day, NOT.
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