A Mess of Mullet

This morning in West Bay behind Panama City beach,  we had a magnificent sunrise.

Then the day turned grey.  It was not rainy or windy, but it was grey.  I felt blah.  I'm sure I would have an occasional blah day in Atlanta too, but out here, I usually feel energetic.  I am really affected by a lack of sunshine.  Anyway, we persevered and traveled about seven hours to an anchorage near Port St. Joe.  We didn't go into Port St. Joe because the trip into town is another 7 miles off the ICW, or another hour for us.   

As we approached the canal to Port St. Joe, we passed five small fishing boats, all using nets.  The first boat had a family with children.  They threw out three nets and pulled in loads of fish.  George described the scene as "Biblical."  We grabbed the phone and recorded quickie movies of the next two boats.  (However, we are in an isolated spot tonight, so I am having trouble downloading movies.)   Next we passed a guy working alone.  He yelled, "You want a mess of mullet?"  Then he picked up one of the fish to show us the size.  We were impressed.  

Now we are in an oxbow anchorage - absolutely quiet and isolated.  The land to our left is described as 'impenetrable swamp" on the map.  That sounds like something out of The Princess Bride.  We expect a peaceful night.