There's no place . . . (again)

I got to do a little Web research earlier this week about my home area - North Florida, the Big Bend - because an extended family from church - including at least one Children's Fellowship kid - is going for a week in June to stay in rented cabin in Alligator Point, the all right beach 45 miles due south of Tallahassee, where I lived for six months with Melanie in fall 1986 (soon after Hurricane Kate hit - The far half of our dock - in the bay - had been sheared off - and a boat that had gotten propelled by the storm sat in our back yard (wooden house on stilts in the midst of a scrub oak grove). The older adult next to us - Granny - had refused to leave during the storm, even though her old concrete house was not on stilts. One building over was a bar, which Mom went in once to ask someone to help get our car out from under the house, where it had gotten stuck in the sand. On my birthday weekend in October, people stopped there on the way over.

Anyway, knowing these folks were going to be in Franklin/Wakulla county for a week gave me an excuse to do some Web research for them, including finding Web sites for/about many of our favorite places/haunts/pursuits down there - TNT Hideaway canoes, the Florida Gulf Coast marine specimen lab in Panacea, St. George Island, Wakulla Springs, St. Marks Wildlife Refuge - although many of our favorite restaurants down there have closed. Of course, some things - Wakulla Beach, Cherokee Sink, perhaps even Mashes Sand - are too adventurous to try to find without a local like us to guide them. Many of these places we got to go - some more than once - while Stephanie and Vincent were living down there for four years. I won't be able to check any of these out while I'm down there in June, but it will be nice being in the the area.