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Scout Moves


I am reviving my old blog, which served me well for several years, but then Facebook grabbed the attention of all the adults I knew in what we had come to call Blogville, a collection of bloggers who weren't selling anything, weren't cooking anything, weren't persuading anyone of any point of view. We were just talkers, and we talked to each other in paragraphs. But as I said, Facebook—and then we started talking in snippets, and sentences, and memes.

Well, now  I am ready to talk in paragraphs again. My main point today—Scout moved. After 30-something years in Ohio, we moved to Florida, deep in the Panhandle along a county road known as 30A, which follows a beautiful stretch of beach that, turns out, is unique

The sand is white and so sugary that it squeaks when you walk on it. That white sand underneath the water captures light from the sun and reflects back as emerald, and it's all enough to make you weep from the beauty. 

This place used to be known as the Redneck Riviera because it was mostly people from the South who vacationed here, and this little town was quiet and relatively unknown. But now the place is called the Emerald Coast, and everybody from everywhere knows about it. While it's still a small town with a small-town infrastructure, it's also a bustling vacation spot still with a small-town infrastructure, so life here can be interesting and a bit challenging, and you really can't be in too much of a hurry if you want to go anywhere or have any work done or, well, for any reason.

#EmeraldCoast #30A 

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Location: Santa Rosa Beach, FL 32459, USA

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dive said…
Best news I've had in ages, Robyn. Welcome back to the land of the paragraph. I'm looking forward to leisurely reading your Panhandle news with my coffee; so much more pleasurable than clicking a 'like' emoticon on a FB sentence. Savannah has been here in Blogville all along and it's fantastic that some of us original inhabitants are moving back to town.
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