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Red Mangroves Abound on Island Nature Trails

Red Mangroves Protect Island Shoreline Nature Trails

We spent the next morning exploring the red mangroves that grow in abundance along Palm Island nature trails. Red mangroves grow closer to the coast and black mangroves grow in the swamp. They produce no flowers and propagate by dropping pods that are already formed as small trees.

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The root system of the red mangrove is interesting. The stalks you see hanging overhead are actually roots that grow downward toward the ground, where they create safe haven and rich ecosystem for fish and other wildlife.

Exploring the Red Mangroves in the Palm Island Nature Trails

Our walk was relaxing and I could feel the tension slipping away. Like the seedpod that drops off the red mangroves, floating lazily down the waterways that flow through the island and re-rooting itself elsewhere, I mentally re-planted myself and my future, changed, but deep down, still the same.

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After an early morning walk on the beach and amongst the red mangroves, we came back to the condo and my husband made breakfast. I took a shower and did my best to tame my unruly hair, which, after days of flying in the breeze on the beach and various nature trails, looked like Medusa’s nest of snakes. I did a small load of laundry and read a magazine on the balcony. I took a nap. I did a bit of packing and stripped the sheets off the bed, gathered wet towels, and left them in a heap on the floor as agreed upon.

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We left at 4 pm and drove onto the ferry. The dock master thanked us for bringing Baby Blue, our T-Bird, onto his ferryboat. He said it made his and the captain’s day. My car makes people smile. I like that.

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As we left the dock and moved into the intracoastal waterway, I took one last look at the barrier islands where the red mangroves make their home.

 

 

 

 

Palm Island, Placida, Florida

Palm Island, Placida, Florida Vacation Paradise

Palm Island lodging is not only limited to the Palm Island Resort. There is a range of rentals among the private residences on the south end of the island.

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The beach is surprisingly empty, but Palm Island is semi-private. During our walk, I was reminded of my childhood summers at the beach, when the world seemed less populated. We found shark’s teeth and fiddler crabs that scurry in and out of holes in the sand, panicking at the sound of your approach. The sandpipers skitter away, as well, and you feel your presence interrupt their world.

Traffic is mostly golf carts, since there’s nowhere to drive. People who live on Palm Island year round need cars to commute, but the farthest you can drive on the island is from the ferry dock straight to your home or to the Palm Island Resort parking lot, 3 miles due north.

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A Palm Island Home

Palm Island Beach Time

Friends arrived and we sat on the Palm Island beach together, four aging baby boomers in their beach chairs, and talked of the things we usually talk of: their dogs, our kids, houses and property values, the war, the economy, the way sweeping statements on the internet aren’t always based on hard facts, whether buying a sports car means you’re having a midlife crisis or just making the kids jealous, and other deep topics.

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Later, we drove to the Palm Island Resort parking lot and they took us on the courtesy golf cart the rest of the way to the general store, since no cars are allowed beyond that point. Non-resort visitors are welcome, but the pool and tennis courts are off limits. The men bought their beer and I found a hat that matches Baby Blue, the T-Bird that we travel to Florida destinations in, so I bought it, too.

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(No, we didn’t leave it on the beach)

 

 

 

After our friends left on the last ferry out of Palm Island at 11 PM, we fell asleep to the sound of surf outside our open windows, rolling rhythmically onto the sand, then pulling away, gently rocking us into the land of dreams of a little Palm Island hideaway of our own.

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Seeking Seclusion? Try Dog Island!

Dog Island is Private, but Not Exclusive

Dog Island, off the coast of the Florida panhandle, is a favorite spot of mine. In fact, it may hold the #1 position, so prepare to return with me, time and again, because one entry will never be enough.

Our trip to the island was not without adventure. Our start was delayed by a half hour and rush hour traffic in Tampa is never fun, but we’d cleared the area by 7:45 am so we missed the worst of it. The fog near Gainesville was almost cozy, like driving through clouds, which is what it is, I suppose. Watching it roll off the horse pastures in Ocala reminded me of my stays with country cousins, those primeval mornings when you half expect an ancient mastodon to appear in the mist. It was a day filled with anticipation reaching fruition.

Our innocence was shattered when I reached for my wallet to pay for our breakfast in Gainesville. It wasn’t there. I looked on the seat. I looked under the table. I looked on the floor of the restaurant. My panic rising, I told my husband what was wrong and hurried to the car to search while he paid the bill.

It wasn’t in the car. Either I’d dropped it (or it was stolen) at a rest stop or I’d left it at home. As we hurriedly back-tracked to the last rest stop (over an hour south), I frantically called our youngest son, who called back to affirm that the wallet was indeed in my everyday purse and the money and cards were safe. We didn’t have the debit card, but we did have a couple of credit cards in my husband’s wallet, so we decided we had enough to push on. We wouldn’t be spending anything while we were on island anyway, so there wasn’t any need for a cash advance from the bank before we boarded the ferry.

We found the ferry on Marine Street in Carrabelle without incident. Parking is free and your car will be safe. Our water taxi captain, Russell (Rusty) Cahoon 850-697-8909, ferried us over. His fee fluctuates with the cost of fuel, but he divides the cost, depending on how many are riding.

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The six mile ride across the bay was rough, but Rusty’s boat was good-sized and sturdy and he is supremely confident in his boating skills, informing me that he is the last one to evacuate people out when a hurricane threatens. It was as exciting as an air boat ride.

 

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We were staying at the Pelican Inn (we reserved through owner Jane: 1-800-451-5294) and were met by manager Terry Cannon (850-697-4710), who took us to the Inn. Rates were not cheap ($150 per night, slightly less for longer stays) but not outrageous and after all, guests do have an entire island to enjoy!

 

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For now, I leave you on the docks. Next week, we’ll explore the Dog Island beach!