Starting in my thirties and for well over a decade, my buddies and I would rent a beach house on St. George Island for a week in the summer for no other reason than to sit on the beach under umbrellas, drink, eat, read, and laugh. No adventures, tours, excursions, or other types of vacation activities we typically enjoy. No, our “St. George Island Week” was all about our time to “reboot” and our appreciating and reaffirming with each other the fact that we’d lived long enough to see ourselves needing to “veg like old people.” Some of the happiest times of my life were on those special weeks spent with stupid boys who grew up to be beloved old friends. Because of these pine vistas over the water, this stretch along Highway 98 before you reach the island is what I call “Florida’s Big Sur.” These pines and the Queen Anne’s Lace wildflowers are in St. Teresa and across the bay is St. George Island. St. Teresa is a beautiful spot on the highway that I cherish, because it means that great times are just ahead.
Small: 13.5” x 9” – $140.00 | Medium: 34.5” x 24” – $230.00 | Large: 57.5” x 40” – $640.00