Today we decided to return to Apalachicola. The morning weather was rather grim, foggy and chilly and gray. We hunted for a coffee shop and ended up in a converted Waffle House restaurant named ‘el Jalisco’. The waitress was quick as was our food—a cinnamon roll for me and eggs with ham and pancakes for Glen.
We drove around Apalachicola some but then took the causeway/bridge over the Inter-coastal to St. George Island. The beach was mostly deserted with a fair amount of wind. Sun was starting to peek through and we decided to go back to Apalachicola. Eclectic shops line the streets with historical sites marked with placards. Sidewalks are filled with merchandise and wandering tourists—the women oohing over certain items with the men being less interested. One empty lot had plastic flamingos which bowed and waved in the wind, Japanese Glass Net floats, diving gear, nets, life boats, buoys and so forth made walking by the shops challenging. One interesting shop was a combination expensive coffee table bookstore featuring willow baskets woven by a local artisan and in the back, baskets and bins of expensive yarns. Some of the cards were photographs by a local photographer. I wandered into the Grady Market and found some lovely inlaid shell necklaces—one for each daughter-in-law and one Grand-daughter.
We had a second cup of coffee at a coffee/chocolate shop—the regular coffee cups were heated! Back to St. George where I found two star-fish, one missing several legs, the other intact. Glen took a photo for us to remember it by—thinking the real thing might not smell too nice in a day or two. I picked up more shells, this time we found several olives=-not in good condition but clearly identifiable.
We walked along the fishing pier—a heron was stalking the fishermen waiting for a treat to be thrown his way. I have never been within three feet of such a magnificent bird before. He kept a wary eye on us but didn’t want to lose his chance at a nice meal.
Finally we returned to Apalachicola for some raw oysters at an oyster bar. I had Conch cakes with Tupelo honey sauce—and we both agreed it was the best food we’d had during this trip.
Back to the Sugar Shack—and hoping our neighbors there will be content for a quiet evening.
Rain dripped and drizzled and pounded nearly all day. We spent the morning inside with Glen using his phone as a Wi-Fi hot spot and checking his email and face book Accounts. I worked on my tiny 3/8 inch hexagons with an end in sight. I had 200 papers and decided that I would finish up the project with just those. I’ve in mind a way to finish them with French Knots in the center of each in contrasting colors instead of quilting—much too tiny for my fingers. The resulting piece will be rather small and I could figure it out I suppose but I’m more inclined to start putting it together and measuring when complete.
We decided to drive to Apalachicola to see what was there. There are long causeways and it was quite foggy in many places. The town itself seems quite charming with a lot of interesting shops to explore. –Shrimp boats were parked at the dock at the foot of the street===I want to go back tomorrow for photos and a short stay at one of the coffee shops. Being low on diesel with no covered diesel pumps, we headed back to Port St. Joe where we filled up at an Exxon Station—got to keep my stock flourishing. Two hermit crabs wandered about in the bed of my truck, our collection of shells and sponge and sand and Glen’s pine cones were put in the truck bed. I thought I had closed up the shell bags but apparently not as those crabs were happily or frantically crawling about. It’s hard to tell what they were thinking. Post cards were mailed in time for the 3:30 pickup and maybe they will be delivered before we get home.
There is a walking/bicycle trail through the town that is several miles long—and totally separated from auto traffic. It looks to be part of alleyways that was converted with asphalt, divided into two lanes with alligator warning signs abounding. Rain started dripping again and we went back to the Sugar Shack.
Then we began a hunt for an oyster bar.
Our first try was at a place called Thirsty Goat—complete with a mounted goat heat wearing sun glasses. We each had a drink—a glass of Merlot for me and a Yuengling Lager—brewed by the Pennsylvania Dutch in the nation’s oldest brewery. No food here except for a small carafe of pretzel snacks.
Our next stop was at the Sunset Cove Grill. We shared a platter of fried mixed seafood and a slice of Key Lime Pie. Our waitress was excellent and the food average. Our table overlooked the bay where it was difficult to pick out the sky from the water.
Today we decided to explore Wewatchee—or Wewa as the locals call it. Dead Lakes is a cypress swamp very reminiscent of Big Thicket—and of the Okefenokee—but then we are really not that far away from the Okefenokee. The Great Dismal Swamp extends from Texas to northern Florida. The cypress here have many more buttressing roots and are very thickly placed. The water, though is quite clear. The state has placed grass carp in the tertiary settling ponds as a means of controlling algae. Pine cones littered the area and I was a bit worried about picking up and taking away native plant material but Glen reassured me the people that mow the lawn would be thrilled—the same way people in Wisconsin view anyone who picks up black walnuts.
We drove back and stopped at a local IGA where a man was boiling peanuts and I decided to get some Tupelo honey—a local specialty. One town is even called Honeyville. Clearly I was hungry when I went in as I came out with a Claxton fruitcake and a bag of roasted peanuts plus the loaf of bread and honey that was on my list.
Our next stop was to check out the ferry out to St. Vincent National Wildlife Refuge. The homes along Indian pass range from quite fancy to some plainer ones—but there were a lot of ‘for sale’ signs out. Alas, the ranger told us that the ferry would not be running due to a deer hunt on the island. Spontaneity is fun—but sometimes disappointing.
I’m supposed to be doing something with photographs of windows but being unable to read much beyond that, I am in the dark. We found the main shopping area of Port St. Joe and I wandered up and down the street taking photos of doors and windows—hoping that something will work for the assignment that I’ll complete next week when I get home.
Glen tried his hand at frying oysters wrapped in bacon pieces—quite tasty—the stove top works but the oven does not—so no grilling or baking. I made a lettuce and tomato salad—I craved raw greenery.
Our cottage is interesting with only four doors—back door, back porch door, front porch and front door. No doors on the bathroom which is divided into two parts—one room with the shower, the other with the toilet and sink, no doors on the bedrooms—a problem for us as frequently I do not sleep very well and spend an hour or so up while waiting for pain medicine to kick in—Glen is a light sleeper but last night I solved the problem by sitting in the shower room.
The cottage is decorated with beach findings and assorted prints, mirrors, old rugs, and so forth. There is much to look at—
Tomorrow we think we might run down to Apalachicola and see if we can find an oyster bar. Hopefully our neighbor will have solved his problems and there will be solitude tonight.