Saturday, November 23, 2013

Walking the beach at Crooked Island and out to dinner in Port St. Joe

Yesterday we drove to Crooked Island a place that was supposed to be beautiful and good for finding sea shells.  The weather was fantastic and sand on the beach was as white and fine as I have ever seen.  We saw a lot of small sea shells but no big shells like we have heard about.  The problem may have been we were there several hours after low tide which I was told is the ideal time for finding shells.  Too long after low tide the shells get covered by the incoming tide or are found by others who were there before you.  While we didn't find any colossal shells (we wouldn't have known what to do with if we had found them) we still had an enjoyable time walking miles down the beach with the only other people we saw being a couple of fisherman.

We had a little chip on the windshield since last spring when we drove home from Florida.  It may have been there since we purchased the motorhome and we just didn't notice it. You couldn't really see it but once I found it I knew where it was.  Our neighbors at Florala State Park, Dave and Judy from Michigan, had a motorhome next to us and had several of these chips repaired without any of them ever turning into a crack and swore by the process.  They are in their mid seventies and are on their seventh motorhome.  So on Friday we called our insurance company and by late afternoon we had the chip repaired at our rv site.  The person doing the repair said the process was guaranteed for as long as we owned the motorhome.  The repairman put a vacuum pump on the windshield then sucked some kind of resin into the chip, then used an ultra violet light to cure and harden the resin.  Took him about one half hour to do it and didn't cost us anything to get it done (that is until we have to pay our next annual premium.)

Later in the evening we got cleaned up and headed down to the grill/bar at the rv park but not much going on there so we headed to Port St. Joe, Florida which is south of Mexico Beach about 10 miles. As we were driving down highway 98 we came upon a restaurant that was packed.  We turned around and stopped and were glad we did.  Huli, for someone who didn't like seafood not that many years ago,  shared an oyster appetizer with me and had a blackened grouper main course that she said was to die for.  After dinner we headed back to the rv where we walked the dogs around the rv park.  Here are a couple of pictures from the beach.  Another way we know we are back in Florida is Miss Sydney picked up a sand burr on our first day in the park.  When this happens she stops walking and holds up her little paw and looks at Huli or me to pick her up and remove the burr.  She's so darn cute when she does that.