Destin, Florida & Miramar Beach, Florida

Miramar Beach/Destin, Florida

As many times as we’ve visited Florida I’d never heard of Destin until we lived in Texas. People there raved about the beautiful white beaches, saying it was a wonderful place to vacation so we needed to see this place for ourselves. They were not wrong. Oh, my goodness.  Called, “The Emerald Coast,” the white sand beaches ran for miles skirting the turquoise waters of the Gulf of Mexico. The sand is so fine it felt like sugar.

We stayed in Miramar, which is one of those places that has everything you could want including the nations largest designer outlet center. There are souvenirs at Alvin’s but the area isn’t overrun with tourist stuff like Destin.

After walking the beach and watching sunsets we were curious if the beaches in the other beach towns were as spectacular. Our little trip to find out became a fifty-mile delight. (I regret I didn’t take pictures. Maybe we’ll go back) The Don Allen area had a campground with a tram to run you to the beach, the highest dunes around, and three dune lakes which are said to be very rare.

At the little town called Blue Mountain we found the same beautiful beaches as Miramar, and the water was extremely calm. Where the stairs descended to the beach, butterflies were swarming some wild flowers. They were so pretty.





Next, we drove to Grayton Beach that is described as a laidback organic beach town with a hippy vibe. It reminded me more of an old fishing village until we saw the multicolored hand painted ragged planks nailed to poles as the street sign. Those beautiful white beaches have a place for everyone.



The community of Seaside is described as a family place where everyone takes a personal interest in keeping their town beautiful. Pastel beach homes are surrounded by white picket fences. Very cute. They also have permanent lunch wagons along the town square that is surrounded by classy apartments and condos. I understand the trucks were feeding beachgoers long before the buildings blocked their view of the beach so they got to stay, which makes a nice excuse to hang out and meet people.

Alys Beach was another totally difference community. Driving into town the road suddenly became surrounded by large, perfectly manicured, green shrubs and white pillars. The feeling was as if we were entering a grand villa in the Mediterranean with its turquoise beaches.

We missed some of the beach town and finished our tour in Panama City knowing we must go come back again.



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