Friday, January 7, 2011
Christmas On Panama City Beach Florida
Earlier this year while a hole in the Caribbean ocean remained unplugged and spewing oil, there was lots of news coverage of people along the coast complaining that all the tourists were staying away. So my brother and I hatched the idea of perhaps doing our part to contribute to this depressed economy and perhaps save ourselves some bucks by getting a good deal. My brother did most of the legwork but eventually we settled on the place with the twin dormers you see in the picture above. The price was excellent, it was right on the beach as you can see, and the stars aligned so my entire family were available and willing to travel to it. So we booked it.
Panama City Beach is evidently a big spring break destination but while we were there it was largely deserted. There were large (I presume) time share rental buildings up and down the beach but judging from the few people coming from them during my stay, they too were largely deserted. Of the beach houses in-between, only the one immediately to the right of ours in the picture above had people in it. It was perfect for my want-to-be-away-from-all-the-riff-raff tastes.
This left plenty of beach for me to entertain myself on with plenty of breathing room all around. The picture above was about as crowded as it ever got. During my entire trip, I pretty much stuck to the same schedule. I would get up before dawn and as the sky began to light up, I would go for a walk on the beach. After breakfast I would go for another. I would take Little Abbey out for a play session in the sand in late morning. The afternoon would be spent catching up on reading or other things followed by another play session in the sand with Little Abbey and another long walk right before sunset. I got some miles in walking on that fine white sand.
One thing that really impressed me about the beach was how clean it was. All along the beach you could find those blue barrels scattered out at regular intervals and people would toss their trash in them for a tractor and wagon to drive by and pick up now and then. It worked well. I found very little man made trash during my time on that beach or my long walks up and down it. Finally, when I wasn't walking along the beach or sitting on the deck not seen in the picture above, looking down upon the beach, I was inside and this was the view from my bedroom window. It was a rough life but someone had to do it!