The intracoastal waterway cuts across the southern part of the bay as a dredged channel which continues inland past Orange Beach and Gulf Shores, Alabama. One destination site in this area is Lu Lu's, a restaurant/bar/playground, owned by Jimmy Buffet's sister, located right on the waterway. Fun place!
Moving into the Florida panhandle, the scenery changes dramatically, with colorful beach houses and miles of sand dune barrier islands. Approaching Pensacola in this area, we were lucky to time a weekend performance by the Blue Angels. We watched while moving slowly through hundreds of boaters and past thousands of people on shore, all enjoying the show.
We stayed in Panama City for a few days, often exploring the city by bike. We found a restaurant that offered shucked oysters for five bucks a dozen, the only catch being we had to pretend to watch a foot ball game in the bar. No problemo! One thing we really enjoyed were the huge Southern Live Oak trees gracing the stately old homes along the waterfront. Spanish Moss is partial to those evergreens and hangs like drapes over their branches. Maybe drapes is the wrong descriptor. Since, for me, there is something spooky or Gothic about Spanish Moss, perhaps "shroud" would be a better word. Linda took a photo of a beautiful sunset, as you can see below.
Moving east, we transited a channel known in these parts as Florida's Grand Canyon. It's a twenty five mile-long cut through mostly pine forest. In some parts of the cut, white rock looks like snow spilling down the banks. This cut then empties into a wide, shallow body of water surrounded by swamp land, peppered with cypress trees. Eagles frequent the area.
Next, we visited Apalachicola for a few days. Docked on Scipio Creek, we had a great view of the shrimp boats and oyster boats coming and going each day. Of course we ate Apalachicola oysters, and one night watched the huge full moon which last shined this brightly some seventy years ago.
Twenty five miles further east we anchored off the town of Carrabelle behind Dog Island to stage for the one hundred seventy mile run across the Gulf to Clearwater. Pulling anchor at dawn, we watched the sunrise and traveled at fast cruise for eight and a half hours over big water. We traveled with a buddy boat for the first third of the trip before their faster boat pulled ahead and out of sight. While together, though, we heard a very loud "boom" at which time our fin stabilizer moved and shook the boat. We thought the stabilizer caused the noise until the other captain, traveling perhaps two miles off our beam radioed us asking if we had heard the "explosion"! Alarmed that we might have inadvertently wandered into a hot fire zone, he called the Coast Guard to report the incident. They responded after ten minutes and reported that there were navy jets in the area, and what we experienced was a sonic boom. Impressive!
Though we had seen many playful dolphins since Mobile, they were especially numerous in the waters near Clearwater. Harbor. They loved to surf our bow and stern waves, making a loud smacking noise when they sometimes turned to hit the water on their sides.
We made good use of the wonderful rail to trail bike path allowing north and south transit from the city. We hit this trail nearly every day, two days biking all the way to Tarpon Springs, sixteen miles north. In this Greek heritage town, we ate at the famous Hellas Greek restaurant, and visited the still- viable sponge docks. This trail added much pleasure to our stay in this city. By the way, the photo of Linda staring at some apparatus, that's a bicycle repair tower, complete with tools and an air pump! There are several of these along the trail.
Next stop, Venice, Florida!
