Crabs and Commentary.

Along the Gulf of Mexico's  northern shore blue roads and small fishing towns of Florida's Panhandle.

Thousands of Blue Crab traps sit idle, as the crab industry already depressed by national economic conditions is worsened by Asian imports.

I guess there are logs in Florida that are used for lumber but all I've ever seen are trucks hauling pine stringers destined for paper pulp.  Watch out for their tail on the corners, they swing WIDE.

How can you tell if an ice machine is broken?  Look for the puddle at the bottom.  The pink pig?  Your guess is as good as mine.

As we traveled west throughout the day we tried to contact the "Indian Pass Campground" to assure accommodations for the evening.  No less than five calls produced the same results, "Can't get to the phone right now, try later," and then no "beep" for a message.  We came here anyway as the next RV campground was further than we wanted to travel.  The camp store was locked when we arrive so we just drove onto the grounds.  Jackie asked a lady sitting in a car if she knew where the owner was and the lady replied, "Find a spot and you can settle-up in the morning." 

Along at the end of the dock is this American White Headed Pelican resting after a day of fishing.

This is American Bob Sharlot of Upper Manhattan, NY, financier still fishing for his evening meal.  "The Chinese bought Florida first and now they have put a large down payment on the United States.  If we don't find the magic rabbit to pull out of our financial hat, we're doomed," he reflected, while slipping another bait shrimp on his hook. "I don't catch many fish but the birds sure like the shrimp," and for the first time smiling as he tossed his line into the bay.