I went and listened for turkeys this morning with Steve. We heard three gobblers on a piece of land over in Madison and actually got busted by one tom whose roost we were standing under when we arrived at the farm. It was a really beautiful morning and after checking out a few more spots we headed home.
Our plan for the rest of the day was to pack up Mason and head over to Apalachicola and St. George Island. Becks had never been to St. George Island and after checking out an article on local oyster joints in Apalachicola in this months issue of Garden & Gun I was more than willing to make the drive.
The ride over took us along U.S. 98 through Panacea, Ochlockonee, Carabelle and Eastpoint. It was a beautiful day and the views of the Gulf we had on our ride were really nice. There was a pretty good offshore wind and the bays and inlets we passed had a pretty good chop on them. Despite the road being only a 2 lane divided highway we managed to make pretty good time and reached Apalachicola a little after noon.
By this time Mason was starting to get fussy and the stale cheesy puffs were no longer keeping his hunger at bay. We decided to have lunch at Boss Oyster (their motto is “Shut up and Shuck!”) on the river. It was very casual and we had great service. We found a table that was in the sunshine overlooking the fishing boats and had a great lunch. I had a 1/2 dozen raw oysters that were amazing and followed them up with a fried oyster basket. They were so fresh and tasted like the sea. They made the 2 hour ride over from Monticello worth the price of gas.
After lunch we explored the downtown area and went into several shops. It reminded me of Fernandina Beach only not as gentrified. The city had a cool vibe to it and before heading over to St. George Island we drove up and down its grid patterned streets. Trinity Episcopal Church was gorgeous and many of the houses were also well restored. Apalachicola is a pretty little city.
The bridge over to the island from Eastpoint offered us great views of Apalachicola Bay. We saw oystermen working the flats and when we arrived on St. George saw a couple loading their catch into large burlap sacks. St. George is much narrower than Amelia Island and after driving two city block were on the side of the island facing the sea. We found some parking and made our way over to the beach.
It was very windy but we wanted Mason to see what sand and the ocean were like. He sat on the fine white sand beach and picked up a fistful of sand. He looked at it as it ran through his fingers and did not know exactly what to make of it. I thought he would try to eat some of it but he was content to run his hands over it. It was so cool watching him discover something new. Before we got up I buried his little legs in the cool sand and he laughed.
Becks and I then got him up to walk around. Walking on the sand was a little different than walking on a hard surface and he stumbled a couple of times. The waves were fairly small so I decided to dip his feet in the water. It was cold (for Florida) and when the water hit his feet he laughed. I stood there behind him holding his hands as the waves came up and covered our feet. Each time the waves hit us he said “uh-oh!”. It was adorable.
Once we were back at our car we loaded up for the ride home. Mason fought sleep for a few miles but eventually slumped over in his car seat snoring. He had a big day and it was a lot of fun for all of us.
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