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Thursday, March 20, 2014

Florida Panhandle

One of my favorite photos of Kade: our first trip to the beaches of the Florida Panhandle.  I am pretty sure this is at Seaside.  By far, though, growing up, my greatest memories of the Panhandle are of Panama City Beach. Sunnyside, where my great-uncle has a cottage, also is quite special.

Friends from Oregon and Washington State buried me in the Seaside sand - Circa 1997.

And Mom on the beach...likely Panama City....mid-sixties.

Introducing The Panhandle

The beaches up here are some of the state’s best, with translucent aquamarine seas lapping against white sugar-sand formed by quartz crystal from the Appalachians. Known as the Emerald Coast, the area from Pensacola to Panama City Beach has also earned the nickname ‘Redneck Riviera’ for its proximity to the southern states whose residents flock here. There is indeed a Southern feel to the area that doesn’t quite trickle down to the rest of Florida. Hwy 10 – the clothesline from which the whole state is hung – is lined with wooded forest for a scenic welcome to the Sunshine State.

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That is Kate and Donnie Aman's daughter. I caught the fish in the mid 80's off of Doc's Hobie Cat. That was the largest that we ever caught. 30 pounds!! We caught many in the 10 to 22 pound range, however.  It's a King Mackerel.  Caught him less than a mile off the beach behind Pinnacle Port.  - cousin Sid Brannon

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