I can clearly remember driving to the beach with my brother and my mom in her old black Jeep Cherokee when I was a kid. She would park right before the sand began behind the Red Bar and get out to lock in the 4-wheel drive on each wheel. It was always a breath-holding, sweat forming on your upper lip drive out to the beach. Would we get stuck? How soft was the sand that day? There was a time or two we got stuck but there was always a group of men that would band together and push it a little which got us where we needed to go. We would drive to the gulf’s edge and play the rest of the day-mom yelling at us that we were too deep, the waves were too high to be that far, sand in our bathing suits, pink cheeks, and finally heading home with salt water dried in our hair and falling asleep still feeling the waves rock our bodies. I am a lifelong Walton County resident, which sometimes seems hard to find here, and I honestly wouldn’t live anywhere else. I want my kids to get the same experiences that I had-to play on the beach at sunset and catch blue crabs in their nets. When I got my Jeep a few months ago that’s what I had in mind. Unfortunately my number wasn’t drawn in the beach permit lottery so I was a bit disappointed. But, as I was leaving the gym last week, I got a call from the Clerk’s office and I had been on the waiting list in case someone didn’t purchase and I got one! I literally drove straight to the office to get it before it got scooped up by someone else
Yesterday, after church and lunch and a birthday party for Jon’s grandmother we finally got to take the kids out there…it was perfect. Grayton has a little coastal lake that is always warm and calm so if the beach is kicking we can do that too which is what we did!