This is where I would go out most often…back in the good ol’ days.
Used to hang lights off the bridge (the old one), and drop a cast net to fill a five gallon bucket with shrimp in one haul. Also used to be “beer can island” in the background, aptly named for the glimmer of discarded aluminum that could be seen from far away. May have even left a few of my own there. It’s been cleaned up, and probably for the better, but it had its own unique charm in its day.
Also spent countless hours snorkeling and fishing along this stretch of sand. I even got uncomfortably up close and personal with about a 12’ hammerhead off the south jetty. I was snorkeling along the rocks, not paying attention to how far out I was getting. I saw a faint shape out of the corner of my mask, thought it was just nerves…until it circled by again twice as close! I scrambled up the rocks and carefully climbed my way back to shallower water. Don’t snorkel alone in deep water kids!
Also wallowed around the sandbars on the north side of peanut island…back when it was actually shaped like a peanut. Ate a ton of fish-dogs at Sailfish Marina on Thursday evening sunset celebrations.
Probably had the most fun here though. Used to go to marine biology summer camp here. Snorkeling around the backwaters of Dubois on an incoming tide is one of my favorite childhood memories. My high school did “senior skip day” at the park. I still have the image of every single hot girl at my school, lined up in bikinis along the small strip of sand in the lagoon, burned into my retina. Growing up in south Florida in the eighties/nineties was a privilege for which I will be forever in debt to my parents, among many others.