I’ve been decidedly vague about where exactly we stayed while in Florida on Spring Break last month. Sometimes, you just want to keep places a secret for yourself, you know? What I will say is that it was just a couple miles from Grayton Beach, so we spent our nights out in the funky little coastal community.
It was very windy the whole time we were down there, as is often the case in northern Florida in March, so not a lot of time was enjoyed on the beach. Worry not: We made up for that in hours logged at the pool.
On the last afternoon there, I braved the pelting sand and drove out to the 2,000-acre Grayton Beach State Park alone to take a couple photos during golden hour. (Admission is $5 per car.) The tall grass perched atop marshland, protecting the wind-swept dunes, is worthy of a brief photo shoot, no matter the conditions.
Growing up we spent our family holidays elsewhere on the Panhandle—in Panama City or west in Destin usually—but as an adult, I like the sense of quiet and solitude Grayton Beach provides.
The last beach-goers were trickling out into the parking lots, their feet caked in wet sand, their cheeks tinged rose from a day spent under the hot sun.
And then…not a soul for miles.
And the sunset? All to myself. Just the way I like it.