Time

Spent the rest of our week in Cape San Blas relatively uneventfully.

I tried out the Kayak in the bay,and ended up with a dozen croakers and another shark,which,after it jumped and caused me to drop the pliers in the drink, is now swimming with my lure in his mouth.
St.Joe Bay has a summer scallop season where you can wade or snorkel to collect a couple of gallons of little bay scallops a day.

Spent an afternoon backtracking to St. George's Island to check it out for next year. Cape San Blas juts west into the gulf  from a place called Indian Pass,and then turns and runs South to North for 15-20 miles. Thus its Gulf beaches are oriented to the West, which combined with the wind make the water often murky.Considering what's in there...

St.George's seems to be an "older"place, which probably means it's been a longer while since it was destroyed by a hurricane. Shopping options seem SOMEWHAT more plentiful than the one option on Cape San Blas: the Trading Post. Actually,I can't say enough about this little place. Everything you need,and they will order you what you want from a store in Mexico Beach. Mark and I ordered up 2 Filet Mignon that were priced well below anything else we'd seen in the State. ( I found grocery prices in Florida to be very high, which is saying a lot, considering where I live.) Friendly people, a good coffee shop w/homemade donuts on the weekends and a full line of liquors.Plus bait and tackle.

At any rate, the plentiful sugar sand and clear turquoise water at the beaches on St. George Island didn't disappoint. Lots of waves too,but could have just been an anomaly.

It's probably a good thing that this area is pretty much a place that time forgot, because Lord, were we having issues with the time. Firstly, we'd just had the ever confusing time change to whatever time we're on now. ---"Spring ahead" said Mark. "That means when I wake up at 6:30,it will be 5:30"
Umm...no,I don't think so. But I couldn't SWEAR you're wrong.
Then we noticed that our GPS was underestimating or overestimating our arrival times by an hour , depending on our direction. THEN we noticed that it was staying light VERY late.
It was checking Mark's phone for the time that REALLY threw us for a loop. Turns out the park operates in the Eastern Time Zone,but that the line,by satellite,was somewhere between the gate and our campsite. In fact,the towns of Port St Joe and Mexico Beach run shuttles on New Years Eve so that you can have twice the fun.

I suppose normal people (meaning those that have any reason at all to actually know what time it is) might have figured this out sooner, but Mark and I realized that 2 years ago we spent an entire week in Panama City (about an hour? or was it 2??) and never once realized we were in another Time Zone.

Philosophical Question: If your campsite is in the Eastern Zone and your TV station is in Dothan Alabama, and Desperate Housewives is on at 9 Eastern, 8 Central...