Anyway, we grew up going to Mexico Beach, Florida, which is where my parents spent their honeymoon. We would go into Port St. Joe several times during the week. There is a story about me and the unpleasant affect that the paper mill always had on me (even if I was asleep), and the unpleasant affect that this had on sibling outfits. Let's just pretend that isn't a story though, alright? Thanks.
However, there are some great memories of Port St. Joe; they had a Dairy Queen with dipped cones, a grocery store, a drawbridge (which was sadly close to the 'melling paper plant), AND a library with a wonderful children's room (yes, we are that family who believes that it is not a vacation without a load of books!).
Just before the drawbridge on Highway 98, there was a sign for a local Baptist Church.
Straight out into the bay.
Now THAT's a baptistry!