Port St. Joe and Dock Fishing

One of the special highlights of our trip to the beach was meeting up with one of my best and dearest friends, Vicki. We've been friends since high school and love to catch up with each other as often as we can. She and her hubby have just bought a cute little house in Port St. Joe and we went over to spend the day with them. We ate lunch at the marina where they have their boat stored. The weather wasn't good enough to take the boat out, but we did ride around and look at lots of fun things.
The beach there is really wide and uncrowded. This is where you find the unspoiled beaches that are still left in Florida.
We walked along for a few minutes and I found a few seashells. There are no seashells in the Destin/Seagrove beaches and I haven't figured that out yet. Well, there are a very few broken pieces of shells, but nothing like I've seen elsewhere.
The crowds haven't found this beach yet, thank goodness. That's what they like about it and I can't say that I blame them. Port St. Joe is a quaint little beach town.
Peter and I on the beach.

Now, back to the Seagrove Beach area....my hubby really likes to fish, so one afternoon we decided to go over to a little area near us with a dock, so he could throw out a few lines and see how the fish were biting. They weren't biting that day, but I tagged along with him and took a few pics.
This is part of the bay.
Hubby with his fishing pole, waiting patiently for a bite. It just wasn't the day for fishing though.
This was a quaint little dock that someone had built at the end of a road.
And it made a very pretty photo.

Just down the road coming in here was a really pretty old Methodist church.
I loved the look of this arbor going in.
With a gazebo
It was such a pretty church.

The old natives in Florida who grew up in this area are all tucked back in the trees to stay cool. No living on the beach for them. My dad grew up in an area like this not far from Port St. Joe and Appalachicola. He has always talked about growing up and oystering on the bay. And he loves mullet, which is known for being a bad eating fish, but he just loves it. In fact, my family is going to go back to visit my dad's homeplace in the next month or so and I'll be sure to share that with you. Both my parents are Florida natives.
This house was tucked back in the trees right next to the bay where we were.
And this cemetary was on the same road. Thought it was interesting. This area is called Point Washington.
Another house on the same road, this house evidently was a homesite for a Brigadeer General.
The house looks very Old Florida. Nothing but a shack now.

Hope you enjoyed this little tour of more Florida sights!