We paddled to St Vincent wildlife refuge from Indian Pass where the red arrow is. We paddled 1/4 of a mile across ocean to the island. It has 8 miles of beach with no one else on it while we were. You can only get to the island by boat so not many people go. It was once a private hunting lodge so the old roads are trails now.
From the beach we walked in to the interior which is tall pine trees and hiked on some of the trails.
St John's wort, a huge horse shoe crab, fetterbush, yellow bachelor buttons.
Tall pines and palmettos. Palmetto leaf, tiny frog, seed heads, thistle, purple flowers and pelicans at the dock.
Looking from the beach on the island to Indian Pass where we are camped. John paddling on the ocean.
Right at sunset the water became calm and pink. There was a lone kayaker out there. Sunset on the beach.
Sunset on the beach.
John took me out to dinner at the Raw Bar at the Indian Pass trading post. The building has been there since 1929 as an oyster wholesaler. In 1986 after hurricane Kate virtually destroyed the whole sale oyster business. Having more oysters than they could eat and not enough to continue wholesaling they opened the Raw Bar. It is the only business out here in the boonies, the rest are in town farther away. John eating gumbo and drinking an IPA. His favorite things. I had a pound of steamed shrimp and John also had a dozen oysters baked with garlic and parmesan. Great meal, great company.
These two brothers shucked oysters the whole time, the place was packed. The full moon rising over the ocean. We walked on the beach in the moonlight.
The current masterpiece so far. Not sure how it will turn out.
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