September 27 – 28,
2015
The rain started about
four hours into the six hour drive. We woke to cloudy skies that morning, and
clouds stayed with us all day as we made our way on back roads and small highways,
so we expected it eventually. The rain stayed light and occasional during the
drive, but by the time we reached the park, it poured down. When we reached our
site, the downpour had diminished to light rain. We did get a walk in around
the park, but rain started again so we retreated to the RV for dinner and a
movie.
St. George Island
State Park occupies the eastern section of St. George Island, a small barrier
island just over the bridge from Eastpoint, FL. We visited four years prior and
looked forward to returning. We went in November that year, and the morning and
evening sun lighting the sand dunes, with Ghost crabs everywhere, stayed in our
minds. That beautiful lighting would not be happening much this trip.
The forecast started
changing a few days before our scheduled departure. The low pressure area in
the western Gulf started moving toward Florida, and the forecast changed at
least twice a day as they tried to predict the direction of the storm. The day
before we left, it was clear we were in for a rainy stay. We considered
canceling, but the opportunity for interesting seascapes for Karl’s current
project won out, and a little rain wasn’t going to stop us.
Then it wasn’t just a
little rain. The storm intensified overnight and the forecast the next morning
showed strong rain and thunderstorms heading our way. We considered leaving,
but realized we would be driving in the storms and felt staying put a safer
option. We planned to stay at our campsite or close by in the park, and kept
the RV ready to leave quickly if circumstances warranted it. As the day progressed,
we had several downpours but not the predicted storms. We learned that the
storm tracked more north than east, and we missed the worst part of it.
We did get to the
beach several times the first two days, keeping an eye on the sky at all times.
These were not the idyllic beach walks of gushing travelogues or enticing post
cards. The warning flags on the beach stood out straight in the heavy wind, the
waves built more and more as we watched, and even the few shorebirds got out of
the way. People stood all over the beach, or huddled down against the wind in
the shelters, but everyone watched the sky and the waves. Travel pieces rarely
write about these types of days, but they show the other side of those sunny
dream trips, and maybe capture the imagination even more.