Onward to the Lost Coast

They call this the “Lost Coast” because, after driving  South on 73 through featureless pine forests in grey drizzle,  you emerge in an obvious  time warp --the city of Port St Joe.  On the way down (when we were sure the big weather was going to miss us), Patty entertained me with restaurant reviews including some really extravagant claims for Joe Mama’s Wood Fired Brick Oven Pizza.   We were hungry and ready, so we parked in a big church parking lot and hurried to their door.  Sorry, wood fired ovens don’t just simmer along all afternoon waiting for ravenous Airstreamers.


“Open daily at 4:30” 
So we took our appetites to the No Name Cafe.

 
…but  thoughts of Wood Fired Gourmet Pizza linger…
 

Our site (#84 Shady Pines) at St Joseph’s State Park is nestled into the Saw Palmetto, just over the dunes from the Gulf.


“Do you hear the traffic noise, he asks?
“NO”
“EXACTLY”
On a quick scouting trip in the gathering dusk and sprinkles, we came upon a family building a splendid sand castle.





Darkness fell on one of the quietest nights we’ve spent in years, light rain occasionally pattering on the roof….