All right. Let's discuss.
I obviously did not make it clear in yesterday's post that the little cement block house on St. George Island is not actually being considered as a house for us to buy. I mean, I do sort of love that funky old fifties style and I remember my stays at the Starfish with great fondness and I'm sure I would have a great time in that little house but it is not what we need and definitely not what Mr. Moon wants in a waterfront house. It's funny. When I first started visiting St. George Island, there were so few houses on it. And most of those were indeed the cement block houses, built right on the sand. There were a few wooden houses and a few houses built on stilts but it was mostly very quiet, very laid-back, very much a place for local people to go to the beach with the family. There was a hotel and it's still there, although it has doubled and tripled (at least) in size. I think all the rooms had kitchenettes, as they catered to folks who were coming to the beach to fish and hang out with the kids and there really weren't any places to eat. There was a tiny store that everyone called The Blue Store, and a convenience store where they sold gas and beer and bread and peanut butter, etc.
Farther back than that, ranchers grazed cattle on St. George. I guess they barged them over the bay. You can still see fence posts here and there, but mostly in the water.
Anyway, things really started changing in the 80'. I've said before that when we started renting our Starfish apartment in the summers, there was nothing between it and the ocean except the street and there was very little traffic on that.
Now, that part of the island looks like this.
Because of course.
And the biggest and most expensive houses are mostly there.
I grew up in Roseland where I lived almost on the Sebastian River, right down the road from the Indian River and the Atlantic Ocean. All of those bodies of water were very formative in my childhood and I am not sure I would have survived without them.